I woke up and walked into the dining room and saw them there. 10 M&M’s…unbelievable!
The M&M’s were last night’s dessert from dinner and each person got a small handful to “eat before bedtime”. My wife said this because ~D~ is the slowest candy eater you ever saw. Instead of crunching the M&Ms, he lets them melt in his mouth, to savor the chocolate and make it last as long as possible.
But this can make a simple handful of M&M’s last for hours.
And so, when ~D~ came up to me to kiss me good night, there were still 10 colorful candies left uneaten.
“I guess you and mom will have to share them,” he said. “I couldn’t eat them in time.”
It was astounding to me. I’m a sugar addict and would never leave a single piece uneaten.
But even after ~D~ went to bed, I left the candy where it was. Somehow I felt that I was stealing from him a pleasure that wasn’t mine, and so I left them there.
And so as I got up this morning, rushing around and getting ready for work. I had squandered my quiet time (again) reading blog posts. I saw the 10 M&M’s again, and marveled that my son could walk away from the treat, wondering why he had left them. Wondering why I hadn’t had the heart to eat them.
And then my Heavenly Father whispered in my ear and I wept.
The M&M’s were a parable to me for all the times that I have an invitation to dig out the delights of His Word, the secrets that He desires to show me in the quiet stillness of the morning. He wants me to savor the morsels of Truth and Life. He wants me to enjoy…Him.
And yet I walk away and head for work, barely acknowledging Him. I get distracted from His savory treats and the sweetness of His presence…And I wonder about my son? I do the very same thing. How foolish I am!
And yet, in His Grace He offers again, waiting for me, not wanting me to miss Him.




2 Comments
April 2, 2009 at 4:39 am
That was great. Ironically, I was squandering my quiet time when I read this.
April 2, 2009 at 7:27 pm
Hey, thanks for the note!
I find the computer to be one of my biggest temptations in the morning. It is always, “I just want to check this one little thing…” and then 30 minutes later, I’m running late for work.
I walk by our computer room on the way to our living room and always have to make a concerted effort not to stop.