Anyhow, I digress.
By this point in my life, I think I should have a fairly good grasp on what foods I like and don't like.
- Beans = REALLY bad
- Rigged potato chips = bad (think Ruffles)
- Broccoli = not bad, but not good, either. Just kinda there.
- Chocolate = good
- Caramel = Better
- Mexican food with no beans, no rice and a dessert of chocolate and caramel = BESTEST OF ALL BESTS!
- Toss in a Coke Light and I’m in ecstasy.
It made me think about other things I assume about my eating preferences:
- Spaghetti = thin or regular? Turns out neither – I prefer rigatoni.
- Bread = white or wheat? Grew up eating white and switched to wheat when it became popular to do so. Truthfully, I don’t like bread.
- Pizza = Pepperoni or sausage? This was nearly as shocking as mustard. I prefer plain cheese.
- Ice cream = chocolate or vanilla. THANK GOD that is one truth I hold to be self evident: CHOCOLATE!
- God loves me = WOOT!!
- God only wants HIS best for me = BONUS!!
- My best is always His best = Um…. Well… no…
- If I obsess about something enough, it will eventually become God’s best = there just aren’t enough words to describe how wrong that is.
- If what I think is best never happens then God doesn’t love me and He doesn’t want His best for me. Nobody loves me, everybody hates me, I think I’ll go eat worms = OK, someone just slap me now.
What I do know is that just like my radical shift in how I eat hot dogs, I also need to do some radical shifting in how I view God. I think the hot dog thing was easier, but I think the God-thing will be better.
I also know that tomorrow for lunch I’m having hot dogs - slightly burnt with Heinz ketchup and sweet relish.
Just hold the mustard.