I love choices. Food, fashion, and fun! Each comes with options, alternatives, and the freedom to choose what is best for those involved. In a recent Italian restaurant, my choice of pizza options, food accessories as I think in a bigger context, was sloppy. In short, I thought I knew what I was doing. As my order arrived, I looked and knew something was wrong!
“What is the name of this dish?”
As the waiter named the dish, I replayed my memory of how the order was taken. There was no doubt in my mind, he had delivered on my ask. As much as I wanted to blame him, I knew the decision was all mine.
“My apologies. I ordered something with an extra that I do not eat.”
“This is not a problem. Let me fix it.”
As I looked to the pictures on the wall, Whispers began to remind me of old lessons I easily forget. In the larger frame of life, I get to choose. It is a core part of all that makes us human. Big and small, fundamentals and accessories, the result is linked to what we want.
I smiled as I thought of my waiter’s paraphrased response if he understood the conflict. Remember, “God said, in effect, “If that’s what you want, that’s what you get.” It wasn’t long before they were living in a pigpen, smeared with filth, filthy inside and out.” (Romans 1.24)
Within a few minutes, a fresh pizza was in front of me. It was wonderfully Italian! With a light thin crust, wonderful ingredients, and a near-perfect time in the over, my mistake had morphed into happiness and satisfaction.
Looking at today, thinking of the choices I have, and with the lingering memories of a great meal, I find myself looking for renewed intent, empathy, and hope. When I wear these with a sense of curiosity and wonder, everything is possible! The wings that make the day lighter and easier are within my reach. Wearing them is a wonderful choice if this is what I want.
