Three Point One Four, From Chocolate to Pie

It's been so long since that original incident of the "Jesus fed the 5 thousands, errrr maybe a dorm, with chocolate". The past 5 months it has truly been frustrating, feeling as though the Lord is there just not moving. Sometimes it seems He is just waiting for us to run into His lap and say, "Daddy! DADDDY! Can we have pumpkin pie!?"

Yes, this sounds incredibly silly to most people. In reality though, the Lord just really wants us to spend time with Him. It's almost like your boyfriend or girlfriend longing to take you on a date, but for whatever reason you are just to busy...even if its a pathetic excuse.

Well, yesterday I started unrealistically craving pumpkiny-pie goodness. I longed for the stuff more than a Prego woman craves chopped suey. (My mother always said when she was pregnant she craved chopped suey. Ironically, in Lady and the Tramp, chop suey is what the main lady character begs her hubby for when pregnant also. This developed into a fact, over much time in my brain that all women crave the horrid suey. Apparently, my so called fact is fiction, yet it doesn't mean I can't use it in my examples right?!) But, yea...omg pie.

Day two rolled around. Allllll day long nothing appeased me, due the lack of pumpkin pie in my life. Finally, tonight, I grabbed my keys and wanted to go to walmart for some things (obviously not pumpkin pie....). The Lord stole my attention and said, "Go to Kroger." We battled over that for a bit, but I ended up driving there. After passing the scan your own check out lines He immediately said, "Turn right". Ironically I took a few turns on my own and after a while eventually landed in pastries. (The pastries were to the right which is where I would have gone first). THERE, low and behold (drum roll...you'll never guess) were my favorite cookies.

NOW.

Once you get over the shock of there being cookies instead of pie, I would love to inform you that I HATE cookies. They have grown on me a bit this last year, but still...blek. Well, I hate all cookies. All except that kind with the weird frosting and sprinkles that never stay on- that are ALWAYS on sale and taste nothing of cookie?!...yea, i love those.

I grabbed the cookies, thinking they would due for the time being, and the Lord said, "Put the cookies down."

We then fought over the cookies.

All internally of coarse, for I figure most other shoppers would not like to listen in on the "schizophrenic" girl in aisle three, yelling about whether or not to buy cookies.

But, He continued to press the idea of letting them go. Finally, I self-righteously started walking off with them and there, right before my eyes, was...

of coarse,

PUMPKIN PIE.

I think I literally jumped for joy. Then, throwing the unnecessary cookies down, I lunged towards my beautiful pie. The cookies were a cheap fix. A personal re-bound to what my hopes really asked for.

We do that a lot with the Lord. We ask and pray...and think He's going to fail us when He doesn't respond as quickly as we want. Thats when we run for the cookies. We forget to go right, to pass go, and collect two hundred dollars. We settle. I settled. ...almost.

The cookies don't deserve that.

The Lord doesn't deserve that.

I pray we don't second guess our amazing daddy. I pray we go on some dates with Him, listen, and wait on His best. It's funny, He could have just let me have the stupid cookies. Instead, He gave me exactly what I longed for and left the cookies to be the answer to someone else's prayer.

...alright, time for paperwork and PUMPKIN Pie. Did I mention it's not in season? I mentioned that right? ...cuz it's not. ...I've got some miracle pieee.

faith and prayers.

3.14 C= [nerd pie]