Chik Fil A

When I was in the hospital with Covid, I ordered delivery of Chik Fil A. My favorite is the Mac and cheese. The bits of the five cheeses are my favorite. My arms were so tired and weak, I couldn’t lift my arms to feed myself. The CNA was helping me, and each bite started to take longer and longer. I finally looked to see why, and I noticed her separating the best cheesy bits and throwing them away. I was completely irritated. At first I thought she just separated them into a pile on the side, but no. In the trash. Sometimes we can’t see that we are hoarding the best bits of our lives from others. As I was writing this, a friend came over to visit. I stopped what I was writing and gave him my full attention. Writing is something I love to do to slow down and hear my own thoughts. When there are friends around, I love to fellowship and get to know people. I am comfortable in a crowd or by myself. I am content in any circumstance. I just fear if we don’t leave the best bits of ourselves for others to feast on and enjoy when a crisis arises, that we will throw away that which was meant to be enjoyed. I am having Chik Fil A for dinner, and I am mindful of the need to leave behind a legacy for generations we will see from heaven enjoying our best bits, and learning from the ones we would rather throw away.