The Plate

We were eating in a “salad” restaurant in the city the other day. It is a place on the East side that serves primarily, well, salads, they are healthy, though I suspect depending on what you have on your salad they could be just as bad for you as a double bacon cheeseburger. We ate pretty healthy though and even ignored the carrot cake and other desserts available at the cash register when we paid.
We were visiting and eating our salad when I noticed a curious thing, well, a funny thing actually. There was a young mother with two little girls coming around the partial wall to sit at a table across the aisle from us. The youngest of the girls was perhaps two or three and mom was corralling her into the chair behind the table. Her oldest girl, who was perhaps four maybe five, was dutifully, although not attentively, following her mom to the table.
As she walked she had a small plate, the size of a salad plate one would use at home, in her hands and she was rubbing it up and down on her face. A comical sight, one that brought a smile to my face and an under the breath chuckle, silly kids, gotta love ‘em! It was only when she crawled into her chair, all the while rubbing the plate up and down on her face, and then setting it carefully on the table that brought sheer joy to the situation. There on the plate, by all appearances intact, was a big chocolate brownie! “This girl LOVES her chocolate!” I thought to myself and laughed and told my wife the whole story that had transpired behind her.
“I have come that you might have life and have it abundantly and I have come that my joy may be in you and your joy may be complete,” Jesus had said. It is the joy of life, the joy of the present moment, the joy of grace and peace, of love and compassion that should fill our lives on a daily, moment by moment basis! This is a joy that sustains us and drives us to share it with all whom we meet.
That little girl was simply immersed in the joy of the moment, may you find such simplicity and unbridled joy somewhere, someplace, sometime this week.

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