JOHN BRADSHAW - It Is Written

88 BABYLON RISING
We arrived home anticipating a breakfast fit for a
king. We washed some items, refrigerated others,
picked some blueberries from the bushes in our
backyard, and waited for morning to come.
When it did, I bounded down the stairs to prepare
the meal for what was then our family of three. Imagine
my surprise, then, when I saw that my son was already
eating. Eating noodles. Eating noodles out of the trash!
“Jacob! What are you doing?” I gasped.
Jacob was delighted. “Noonles, Daddy. Noonles!” he
said, holding up a “noonle” so I could see what he was
enjoying so enthusiastically.
“I can see they’re noonles, Son, but what are you
doing eating out of the trash? That’s dirty! And Son,”
I said with a hint of dismay in my voice, “have you
forgotten what Daddy has for you? Look,” I said,
as I opened the fridge. “Watermelon! Cantaloupe!
Blueberries! Apples!”
“New Zealand apples, Daddy!” Jacob corrected me,
now smiling big and climbing into his chair.
Breakfast really was good that morning, but my son
would have been quite content to miss it all and eat
out of the trash instead.
That made me think. How often do people forget all
about the feast prepared for them by their Father, and
eat the garbage of the world instead?
Could it be that God has blessings for you that
you’ve ignored? Could it be that you’ve limped along
on little when you could have been soaring on much?