The boys and I put on shoes and walked around the block to our friend’s house. (Well, Caleb road the Ripstik and showed us some cool tricks on the way.) These friends are to us what the March girls were to Laurie.
We could see them through the fence before we got there –gathered around the back fire pit, so we let ourselves in with a, Hello the House!
Perfect timing –marshmallows, graham crackers, and Hershey’s. One tub of peanut butter, although I don’t know who puts peanut butter on a S’more. And the womenfolk trying to keep the 4-year-old from dipping his hand into the marshmallows again.
Then there was an argument about what constitutes a perfect marshmallow.
Lightly brown and dripping from the stick?
Or charcoal black.
And do the impatient people just say they like them that way?
I think about how God’s thoughts are different than our thoughts. His ways than our ways (Isaiah 55:8-9). As different as a golden brown marshmallow is from a marshmallow that has to have its flame blown out before you can eat it. That different.
So whatever we’re thinking most about today –what do you suppose is God’s perspective on the matter?