Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Sauce Drips Dry

Gathered around our table, a common dish filled of memory scoops up on our forks. Beans and rice with a sauce of Costa Rica spicing up our palates. Our beloved Salsa Lizano, a taste of our life on the mission field, a favorite of little princes, a taste of their childhood. Pouring from the bottle, the sauce drips dry.

Simultaneously as the final drops of our past pour out, the drips of our future spill from the sky. Rain. The sound of rain drenching the desert intermingles with the memories of missions in the drizzly rain forest.

And the downpour refreshes our desert rose. A secret to my Happy Dance, splashes with every drop. Our minds can cause us to linger in the past. I choose to dance in the rain of today.

"Forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to those things which are ahead, I press toward the goal for the prize ...." - Philippians 3:13


Denise said...

Keep splashing sweetie, love you.

Leah @ Point Ministries said...

My husband is a major hot sauce lover and he only eats certain brands. I think if it was his brand that had run dry, he would be sending back to Costa Rica for more.

What a beautiful symbolism you portrayed in this post. God bless you many times over.


Mom to 9 Blessings! said...

Pressing in towards the goal of Christ Jesus with you!

I love you,

Amber said...

Beautiful post!

Alexandra said...

Lovely description for the flower! :)

The McClain's said...

If you'll send me an email with your address, I'll gladly send you some more Lizano :)


Beautiful post! :)

Brooke :)

Heart2Heart said...

Such a spicy and refreshing post to read. Loving it all.

Love and Hugs ~ Kat

The Klippensteins said...

I just found an unopened bottle of salsa Lizano in my mom's cupboard. Mmmm so good.