|by Delia Latham|
Psalm 34:8–O taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him.
My eight-year-old grandson wrinkled his nose and eyed the two chicken casseroles I had pulled from the oven as he watched. For the past ten minutes, he’d been loudly insisting that he was starving “to death,” really, truly, he was!
Now, however, one little eyebrow lifted high, and one little turned-up nose—well…turned up. “I don’t like that.” He twisted his lips in a cute little snarl that was meant to be tough. “Don’t want none.”
I ignored his grammar gaffe with effort. There is a time for everything, I reminded myself.
“How do you know you don’t like it?” I reasoned. “You haven’t tasted it yet.”
“I don’t!” He clamped his lips together and curled them in as tightly as he could manage. His big blue eyes never left the casserole.
I followed his gaze and took a good look at the dish, which is always a favorite at family gatherings. The wonderful aroma made my mouth water—good thing I’d made one for us, or the other one might never make it to the church potluck. Looking at it now through a child’s eyes, however, I had to admit it might lack a bit of visual zip.
“Oh, Logan, I love this stuff!” I injected more enthusiasm than was really merited into the announcement, then scooped a bite onto a fork and blew on it to cool it down. “It’s my favorite. Come on, sweetie…taste it for Nanny. Please?”
He gave me a sour look, but opened his lips just enough for me to slide a small bite between them. His expression said I was asking far more than was fair of a grandmother.
I saw the very instant when he realized the casserole tasted better than it looked. He lifted a wide-eyed gaze to mine. “Hey! It’s kinda good!”
“Well, you tried it anyway.” I tousled his hair and made as if to put the casserole back in the oven to stay warm for the rest of the family. “You don’t have to eat it.”
“No, wait! Nanny! I like it. I really do.”
“Well, OK, if you’re sure...”
He climbed onto a stool drawn up to the kitchen bar. “Yeah.” His little shoulders lifted in a shrug. “I mean, you made it and everything. Might as well eat it, I guess.”
I bit back my laughter and set a plate in front of him. Watching him chow down, I was suddenly slammed quite forcefully with a truth that made me ashamed: Logan’s behavior was similar to that of many adults—myself included—who seem to have trouble trusting God.
Why is that, I wonder? He gives us good gifts every day. And our Father doesn’t stop at what we “need.” He sets out to give us the desires of our hearts. Yet we turn up our noses and reject His love, because sometimes it isn’t in a pretty package. Sometimes it looks like something we do not want—no way, no how.
Despite all He does to bless us, we still haven’t learned to trust Him. In order to give us the gifts He brings, and to do for us what we need the most, God almost has to pry our spiritual jaws open and force us to partake of His blessings.
And every time, we are forced to sheepishly acknowledge—all over again—that the Lord is good.
In my story, Lexi’s Heart, my heroine has major trust issues. Lexi doesn’t trust anyone—including God—except her mother, who is sinking further and further under the murky waters of Alzheimer’s. From the first, little reminders to trust God keep being put in her path. Eventually, of course, she has to open herself up to God and to love (same thing, right?) in order to find her happiness.
The same is true of us. Until we open our mouths wide enough to “taste and see,” we’ll never be able to completely partake of the bounty God has prepared for us.
To paraphrase my little sweetie, God’s already “made it and everything.” Seems only right to sample the offering….
And I can almost see Him not bothering to bite back His laughter at the very moment He sees us wake up to the knowledge that His blessings are good—every time.
Lexi’s Heart blurb:
Her heart. His faith. Love reborn.
Forty-three-year-old Lexi Carlisle’s abusive marriage ended three years ago. Deeply scarred by the experience, and helplessly watching her beloved mother succumb to Alzheimers, Lexi is devastated. After selling her fancy home, she rents a cottage in Heart’s Haven, a special place unlike any other. Slowly learning to live again, she despairs of ever delivering the message of love that burns within her heart for her ever-worsening mother. But Mitch Gaynor, a handsome Christian author, reminds Lexi that with God all things are possible, planting within her battered and distrustful heart the seed of hope for a miracle. But can she open her fortressed heart to God? And is Mitch a part of His plans for her future?
A little about Delia~~
Born and raised in Weedpatch, California, Delia Latham moved to Oklahoma in '08, making her a self-proclaimed California Okie. She loves to read and write in her country home, and gets a kick out of watching her husband play Farmer John. She's a Christian wife, mother, grandmother, sister and friend, but especially loves being a princess daughter to the King of Kings. She loves Dr. Pepper and hearing from her readers. Contact her through her website, her blog, or her Facebook author page.
Delia writes inspirational romance and women's fiction, and is currently contracted through White Rose Publishing (a division of Pelican Book Group) and Vinspire Publishing.
Welcome back, Delia. That's a wonderful analogy... although I have never done anything like that before. Nope, not me. Ever. Never ever. Really. sigh.ReplyDelete
Amen, Anita! I'm with you all the way. lolReplyDelete
Isn't it wonderful how our God teaches us through moments such as Logan and the chicken dish. Thanks for sharing this insight.ReplyDelete
Yeah, Delia you've hit it spot on. I've dined on humble pie many times after realizing that I was pushing away gourmet from God to dine on leftovers from the world.ReplyDelete
Thanks for the reminder!
Wonderful analogy, and such a cute little boy! Thanks for reminding us to taste and see. :)ReplyDelete
Gay, thank you so much for stopping by! You know, if I'd just thought to sprinkle a layer of chocolate on top of that casserole, Logan wouldn't have had a problem. lol But chocolate doesn't work for that dish, even if it might have made it more appealing to Logan's little chocolate-lovin' eyes. Sure am glad God knows not to sprinkle "chocolate" on the blessings He sometimes has to force on me! :)ReplyDelete
Marian, I love the way you said that: "...pushing away gourmet from God to dine on leftovers from the world." Why didn't I think of that??? :)
DeAnna, Logan is a cutie, but he's a couple of good-sized handsful, as well. :) Thank you for saying howdy.
Delia, thank you so much for being here today! I love this devotional. I can't wait for the day I have grandchildren. :-)ReplyDelete
Also - which is the first of your Heart's Haven books? I want to read them in order.
Thank you for inviting me, Suzie!ReplyDelete
Grandkids are a joy...most of the time. lol I know you're going to love it!
Heart's Haven books are written by myself and three other authors: Marianne Evans, Tanya Stowe, and Mary Manners. The first collection of 4 books is available in its entirety, in the following order:
Jewels for the Kingdom (mine)
Operation Breathless (Marianne)
Leap of Faith (Tanya)
Dance with Me (Mary)
Next up is Heart's Haven Holidays collection, which opens with my Mother's Day story, LEXI'S HEART, which releases May 3rd.
Thank you for asking!
It's always so wonderful when God gives us a glimpse of his fatherly heart. Kids give us a so much insight in this area. Wonderful post, Delia. Lexi's Heart sounds like a wonderful story.ReplyDelete
Spot on, Delia! I'm guilty of the same thing. I love how our children and grandchildren so often teach us lessons about ourselves! My oldest grandson has just learned the word "NO" and uses it frequently. Even when he means "yes." How many times do I say "no" to God's leading, even though my heart is saying "yes"?ReplyDelete
Great post, thanks for sharing with us!
Mea culpa! I'm so guilty of this. Thanks for the great metaphor and for hanging out with us at the Inkwell today.ReplyDelete
Beautiful and more than a lot true!! Sometimes I think God must just drop his head to his hands and give it a good shake.ReplyDelete
I think it's already been said. Beautiful grandchild, beautiful insight, beautiful patient God, beautiful photograph of a beautiful lady.ReplyDelete
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Well, I had to step out for a bit, and I was sure hoping y'all would party on without me. So glad to see you did exactly that. :)ReplyDelete
Amen to all of your comments. In the words of a child, "God is great, God is good. Let us thank Him for..." every blessing, even those wrapped in plain brown paper, or served in an ugly bowl. lol
Such a beautiful post, Delia, and I needed the reminder today. God Bless You!ReplyDelete
LoRee, you're way too sweet! God gave me the gift of beautiful friends, and He wrapped them in beautiful garments of salvation and praise. That'sReplyDelete
Jody, I'm glad if my simple words could be a blessing to you! Thanks for coming by. :)ReplyDelete
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Sounds like a great recipe. :o)ReplyDelete
Great post, Delia. Your stories are such a blessing and I just know that this one will be one, as well. God bless you on your writing journey!ReplyDelete
Janalyn and Mary...I missed your comments - I'm so sorry! I appreciate both of you stopping in, and your constant positivity. It's such a blessing to have supportive writer friends! :)ReplyDelete
To Suzy and the Inkwell gang: Thank you so much for allowing me to spend another day on your wonderful blog! It's always a pleasure. :)ReplyDelete