My so-called, sit-com life…

March 14, 2005 § 2 Comments

I am eating chocolate cake. Rich, delicious, fudgey, chocolatey chocolate cake. And milk. Skim milk. *sigh*
So the week I decide to take control of my eating, my brother’s school has its fundraiser selling cakes. And my mom bought a ton. I stowed a lot of it in the freezer downstairs– out of sight, out of mind– but still. There’s a lot just hanging around. I’ve been trying so hard to ignore it. Or if not ignore it, allow myself just a bite so I don’t feel deprived.

But, man this is CHOCOLATE. This place (Sweet Streets Desserts, 722 Hiesters Ln, Reading, PA 19605, (610)921-8113) makes THE BEST chocolate cake in the WORLD. I had only half a slice, but that is probably still like the equivalent of 3 slices of regular Duncan Hines. ugh… Nice bedtime snack, eh?

I drove my brother back home today. That’s right. Drove him. So the loan didn’t come thru like he had hoped and expected, and he was unable to get the shiny new (slightly used) Aztec he had his eye on. He’s not at a total loss tho– his boss can give him a ride to work, and all he has to do is save up some cash for a beater car.

Dave and I had a very interesting conversation about this situation. Seems that he has gotten this idea in his head that God is all about success and prosperity. And he views his current car troubles not as God trying to teach him something, or build character in him, but as the enemy keeping him from the things God wants him to have. *shakes head* you just can’t talk to some people.

That is to say, I have been dealing with similar issues in my own life– a difficulty arises, and I want God to hand me the easy solution. But He doesn’t do that– He makes me do the hard thing. It seems to be a pattern. The thing which seems least palatable to me is the very thing I must do. I MUST slog thru the marshes, dealing with neeker-breekers and midges the whole way. It’s just so weird how these things come in groups. And all seem to happen to various family members at the same time. Like on a sit-com. Everyone has the lesson of the week. Only, in my case, the lesson sometimes falls on hard hearts which cannot see what the lesson is. *sigh*

Oh well. There are plenty of re-tests.

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§ 2 Responses to My so-called, sit-com life…

  • koinegeek says:

    Hrm, is that chocolate better than Lindt? (probably in a different chocolate category…)
    Sorry to hear that your brother didn’t get the loan. Perhaps it is God has other plans in mind. There were surely prayers given. God can see so much more than we can, as I’m sure you tried to tell your bro’.
    Good thing we have a patient and gracious God ๐Ÿ™‚ No matter how many times we fall short, it doesn’t matter since eventually it brings us closer to Him! ๐Ÿ™‚

  • DT says:

    It is a different chocolate category. Cake, not candy. Tho, it is very candy-like…
    Yes, that’s pretty much what I told my bro. *sigh*
    What’re ya gonna do? *shrug*

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