Lessons from Chocolate

Un cuore nel cioccolatoToday women from our church and community gathered for a baby shower. We ooh-ed and ah-ed over tiny crocheted cowboy boots and the scent of baby wash and the softness of tiny sleepers.

It was a good afternoon. There was cake. That I didn’t have to make. Any event is better with cake. And punch. And nuts. And cookies.

(And did I say there was cake?)

We laughed. A lot. And shared experiences. And felt the joy that comes from being with other women and being in a community of caring and coming together for celebration.

Celebrating life. And love. And hope.

Because you cannot look at a glowing expectant woman as the saying goes, “great with child” and not have hope for the future.

And God spoke. (Or I can get all King James on you, and say, He SPAKE.)

To me.

Through chocolate.

Man of My Dreams and I have been spending some time talking about the next phase of our lives. What we want it to look like. What we need to get there.

And we always come back to time.

Time to do the things we are gifted to do. Time for each other. Time to see our kids and one day, grand kids.

And time. Our lives are so busy and chaotic, how do we dig out of the chaos when we have no time? It felt like an insurmountable mountain. How do you get time when you have no time?

I believe God answers prayers. And I believe He speaks to us every day. We just have to look and listen.

We decorated for the shower with gift bags of baby things and scattered bright blue Dove chocolates on the tables for the guests enjoyment. (Even more important to a ladies event than cake is chocolate.)

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I unwrapped the bright blue foil and savored the chocolate, then turned it over and read the message inside…..

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And suddenly all the worries about how do we get from point A to point B seemed pointless. I realized as the chatter faded around me that the journey of a thousand miles truly begins with a step. And the answer to the insurmountable is to MAKE TIME for myself.

Dr. Phil once told me that you have to take care of yourself so you can take care of others.

And as women, isn’t that the hardest thing? If we’re hungry and our kids are hungry, we feed them and we wait. If our kids need to go to the bathroom, we cross our legs and smile and they go first. (Is that altruistic or practical? Because if they wet on the floor we clean it up anyway?) If we need clothes and they need clothes, guess who we shop for? We are masters at taking care of others.

But this seemingly selfish message is something I’m hearing everywhere. And when I hear the same thing over and over? I know it is God.

I’m not sure how I am going to do that. MAKE time for myself. Say no? Get some rest? Seek first the Kingdom of God and He’ll add it to me with the all things?

I’ll update the journey here. But God has spoken. And given permission. And used chocolate. THAT is serious stuff. Only thing more serious is if He’d written it in Royal Icing on the cake.

How do you make time for yourself?

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