Life is like Lasagna…Perspective from a year ago :)
I have recently been looking at my life. I have 4 boys, a husband, 2 jobs, friends, church and other Christian activities, and the numerous and nearly countless other things that present themselves to me on a daily basis. What I have found is that I have been lost amidst all of it. The woman, the girl, the PERSON who was once there is now almost completely lost to chores and other necessary “life” tasks. I joke a lot to try to make the best of it. I know that God is there and that he loves me. I know that my husband and that my kids love me without fail and that I am severely blessed to have a wonderful group of friends around my family and myself. But, I have found and had pointed out to me that I have the learned inability to answer in terms of “I”.
So, this metaphor came to me: my life is like lasagna. I have made a very large and a very good lasagna. I put everything that I have, or rather HAD, into making this lasagna. Everyone has had a piece and they really liked it, which does make me happy as I LOVE to feed others. But, when I go to get a piece for myself, all that is left is the crusty remnant of what was once a large and glorious lasagna…just a bit of scrap in the corner of the pan. Is that even WORTH taking? So, I am faced with the question of whether I want to settle for that scrap, somehow, from somewhere muster the strength to make a new lasagna, all the while hoping and praying that there’ll be a piece, at least a piece left for me this time, or to just scrape the remnant of what was left out, wash the pan, and put it in the cupboard…empty.
What do we do, what do I do, when faced with this? I can “give it to God”, but where do I stop and where does he start? I have to feed my kids; I have to do the laundry and the dishes. I have to work my jobs, I have to, I have to, I have to…I ask if Jesus is going to show up and don an apron and serve up my kids some chicken nuggets. Probably not, but I know that he could SEND someone to do it for me. But what message would that be sending my children. That when it gets tough you just stop moving and have someone else take over? I honestly don’t know what the answer is at this point, but I hope that in the progression of this book I will find out, as you will with me…otherwise this would just be a boring gripe on life, right? And tell me, who wants to read that?
Throughout this blog I am going to be exploring the lasagna like-ness to life and perhaps several other quasi-deep, partially humorous posts. Let me know what you think, I'd like to write a book someday you know. :)
