I relate to a scene in the movie,Crystal It’s goodness instantly indulging sweet sugary substance
I remember as a child, walking across the railroad tracks to Taylor’s grocery to purchase a can of condensed milk with my allowance. I savored every spoonful straight out of the can. But that’s not all! My Tony the Tiger frosted flakes just never seemed sugary enough. So, I dowsed my already sugary breakfast cereal with more of those “sweet-tasting” granules.
My “sugar–holic” state continued as I got older. Devouring six “hot” Krispy Kreme donuts in one sitting was not uncommon. I would greedily consume the Pizza Hut family size pack of cinnamon sticks for dessert without regret of sharing. Okay, maybe I shared a couple. Many times, I sacrificed a good wholesome breakfast for a slice of pie. Sweets were (are) my passion!
But, when my body decided it could no longer handle sugar-over-load and discomfort settled in, I knew something would have to change. Yet, I had formed some bad habits. And changing behavioral patterns would definitely be tough! So, I chose the easy way-out telling God if I can’t have sugar He may as well take me home to Heaven, which eventually I had to admit was not exactly a smart thing to do. When I think back to the times, I told the Lord, “Take me home” because I wasn’t interested in learning the lesson He had mapped out for me, I cringe. He really has been patient with my self-gratifying nature. Oh, how it must grieve the Spirit of God for me to choose the enjoyment of here and now over building something I could enjoy for all eternity!
Today, my body can only tolerate sugar in moderation so I no longer consume condensed milk out of the can, and have left Frosted Flakes behind, and very rarely have a Krispy Kreme doughnut. And through all the years of choosing second best, my gracious heavenly Father never stopped pursuing me so I could experience THE BEST: A relationship with Him that is sweeter than any sweets. He truly is better than condensed milk!
What is your condensed milk story?