Month: October 2013 (Page 3 of 4)

Life lessons from McDonald’s Drive Thru

Life Hack:

When you make your morning coffee, add your creamer (and sugar, if that’s your thing) to the bottom of the cup. Then pour your coffee. The pouring action will blend the cream with coffee so that you don’t have to stir it. 
You now may consider yourself “green” as you’ve saved yourself one spoon from needing washed each morning. Two spoons if you’re a kind, germaphobic soul who makes his/her partner a cup but uses a different spoon for each. 
*This is why McDonalds wants to add the cream for you. But it’s not because they’re green. It saves them the money on stir sticks. 
It took me a few years of coffee drinking to learn this. But this change prevents the final slugs from containing most of the creamer. It is essential for mastering the perfect creamer:coffee balance. (And we all know how I’m such a winner when it come to balance). 
In college, when I was learning about Jesus for the first time, again, a Bible study lesson floated around about “stirring the Holy Spirit.” It used Hershey’s chocolate syrup in milk as an object lesson. It made no sense to me. Even later, as an adult, I just didn’t get how I was supposed to stir things up. And I thought God was supposed to do that? I thought the Holy Spirit was the active force in the picture? See. I’m still confused. 
If we’re going to pour tasty additives to our drinks, let’s use Pumpkin Spice Creamer* in our coffee. (Which, sadly, I left in my mother’s refrigerator this weekend so I’m now without. Fortunately my parents don’t drink creamer in their coffee and because it’s not made with real cream but is instead this delicious form of water and high fructose corn syrup, it should last until my next trip. That is, IF my sister didn’t swipe it.)
We pour God in our cup first. There’s all kinds of room and with some practice you know the exact amount that makes the cup perfect. Then you add the coffee of Life. Because the God Creamer is already in the cup, it mixes in with every drop of Life. You don’t spend time mustering up that God Creamer into parts that it didn’t seem to reach – it’s already there. Add coffee to the cream, not cream to the coffee. 
Add life to God, not God to life. 
Since this is the kind of life we have chosen, the life of the Spirit, let us make sure that we do not just hold it as an idea in our heads or a sentiment in our hearts, but work out its implications in every detail of our lives. (Galatians 5:25)
“If you work these words into your life you are like a smart carpenter who built his house on solid rock. Rain poured down, the river flooded, a tornado hit – but nothing moved that house. It was fixed to the rock. But if you just use my words in Bible studies and don’t work them into your life, you are like a stupid carpenter who built his house on the sandy beach. When a storm rolled in and the waves came up, it collapsed like a house of cards.” -Jesus (Matthew 7:25-27)
*Unless, of course, we’re on vacation or at the lake, when clearly Baileys would be the creamer of choice

The largeness of small

I’ve tried so hard to post every [week]day for the past few weeks to get better at making a priority of my writing time. However, an incident with a peanut shard has thrown off my game completely. Every few hours we do drops for H’s eye (where the peanut scratched his cornea), plus we took baby M to the chiro and he’s got some post-adjustment soreness so he slept with me a majority of the night. 

The good news: I waited until 8pm to pour a drink last night. I feel like it might be the biggest victory of the day. Seeing as how we showed up at the doctor and the oldest wasn’t wearing shoes, that probably says something significant about my day. 
Oh, and it rained. Poured. Right during pre-school drop off. 
It seems like such small stuff. But life is full of small stuff. I’d propose that life really is small stuff all wadded up into a crazy, hectic day or week. 
I read the other day that we feel God’s presence on the mountain; it’s there that we get a sense of His faithfulness. 
But we live out our faithfulness to God in the valley. 
So… on to another day. And another 2 trips to doctor’s offices.   

Twisted sister

If you know my sister, you’ve noticed how she’s mostly rejected the norms of our culture. She takes a pretty different stance toward things related to healthcare, education and generally what constitutes living a good life. She now likes to rummage through the forest and brew concoctions. We went for brunch in Yellow Springs one time and I told her how I didn’t have any hemp to wear with her there. (She strongly replied that she doesn’t wear hemp. “Yet,” I responded.)

I told a friend that I liken my relationship to the Church to much the same as my sister. I love Her. My life includes so many elements and experiences because she exists – I never would have found them, otherwise. I cannot imagine what might occur that would bring separation, something so irreparable that we’d terminate the relationship. It’s just too valuable.

But much of what She does – well, we’ll just say I would do it differently. I take much of what she offers and find ways to integrate principles into my life, but few things I swallow whole. Maybe, sometimes, I cringe a little. But She always gives me something to think about.

I might tease a bit and poke a little fun. But, as is the rule with family, if you try to do the same I’ll punch you in the neck. She’s mine to tease and mine to protect. Back off, I love Her.

She informs and directs my way of life in both big and small ways. She encourages me to seek goodness in ways that don’t always blend in. The way She lives boldly in contrast to the patterns of the rest of the world inspires me and pulls me along.

She uses her role in The Family to absorb the world, parse it and teach it to her children. She’s raising them up to understand, question, ponder, appreciate and serve. Even if it’s not 100% perfect, I admire the efforts and respect the role.

For better and for worse, I love Her.

« Older posts Newer posts »

© 2024 Michele Minehart

Theme by Anders NorenUp ↑