“Come and eat breakfast.”
One of the treats our family enjoys when we’re on vacation, is breakfast out. It’s the most unusual of the restaurant experiences for us. At home, there’s just rarely a reason, ya know?
So the kids enjoy waffles (we don’t own a waffle iron) and I might enjoy an omelette with gourmet ingredients I don’t keep in the house. My sweetie generally orders some pancakes/eggs/bacon/sausage combo, any of which he might enjoy at home, but rarely at the same time.
On our vacation this summer, we frequently ate breakfast at the condo, to save money. But we did treat ourselves to breakfast a couple of times. One of those times, though, was almost more trouble than it was worth. When we arrived at the restaurant of our choosing, it was packed. My husband pointed out that it was a Sunday, and that there were probably more brunch-goers than there might have been on a different day. We might have stayed to wait it out, but we couldn’t even find a place to park, so we moved on. Down the street, we found a charming place where we had a wonderful meal, though we still had a wait. We had breakfast at noon, mind you, but it was wonderful.
We kind of joked, over that meal, about the “unfairness” of not being able to have breakfast, at the restaurant we wanted to, while we were on vacation. Like: how could this town/these people not accommodate us? Don’t they know we’re on vacation?? And we laughed about it any time we ran into traffic, too. A lot of these people are just on their way to work! They should get out of our way!
The fact of the matter is, crowds and traffic don’t care if you’re on vacation. They also don’t care if you’re having a bad day, or if you’re running late, or if you’re running out of gas. I mean, individuals might, if you explain your situation, but as a whole, when you’re dealing with the world, you’re on your own.
Once, when my sweetie and I were running terrifically late for a flight (one of those situations where you’re weaving in and out of fellow travelers in the airport, trying not to hit anyone with your carry-on, and calling out, “Excuse me!… So sorry!” as you whiz by them. Yes, we made our flight. But my heart didn’t stop pounding until we were well in the air.) Anyhow, I asked the woman in front of us at security if we could cut in front of her, as our plane was taking off in five minutes. She replied, rather indignantly, “No.” Still stuns me when I remember it. We had issues. She didn’t care.
Scripture talks about being ready. 1 Timothy 6 says “be ready to give.” 2 Timothy says “Be ready in season and out of season.” Titus says “be ready for every good work.” We never know when we’ll need to have our armor on for a difficult situation. We never know when we’ll have an opportunity to show kindness to someone else, or patience when life is testing us. Being ready means knowing that He can allow good or bad into our lives, at any time.
Are you prepared for what He has prepared for you?