Whipped Cream

I will never forget one day I was in the kitchen with my son, Cole. (One thing you need to know about Cole is he loves ice cream and he loves loves whipped cream)

So Cole has the ice cream in his bowl, passionately puts whipped cream around the entire bowl, and noticeably is pleased he has as much whipped cream as ice cream in his bowl. All I remember next, is for some reason, 5 mins later his bowl of ice cream is untouched - and the whipped cream is now a bunch of 'empty cream' on top of his ice cream....and with eyes looking as sweet as they can be, my son asks me if he can have some more whipped cream because he has 'no' whipped cream on his ice cream anymore!!

It was then I realize that whipped cream is so much like life.

How often do I get into something, want lots and lots of it (thinking it is going to fulfill me, make me happy, give me satisfaction, give a sense of control, the empty promise list goes on and on), and only fine when I am done with "it", "it" deflates and leaves me just as empty as I was before I started to get more of "it". I realized when Cole first put on the whipped cream - it looked perfect, and promising....and then minutes later it was a bunch of "nothing". Lies are amazing how they twist our mind into making us thing if we get this or do that we will be 'perfect', 'whole', lack of need etc.

I treasure how my Creator, through processing and shedding my pain, has shown me I never need "whipped cream". My vulnerability of trusting Jesus, and believing not just knowing, that He is my redeemer, my advocate, my comforter and my healer - daily and hourly - enables me to be free of grasping for more "whipped cream".

Cole to this day still loves ice cream and whipped cream. And I will admit, at times, Cole's bowl of ice cream is the best medicine for the 4 of us - with or without whipped cream.

Thanks, Cole Kenneth Joseph, for reminding me to take time out for the simple things in life...and I am more than OK with or without "whipped cream".