Fries. Hot and "fresh" from sitting in the warming tray. Steaming, greasy goodness.
We stopped to order fries and burgers on the way home from church, as we needed to grab something fast that day.
"Give me just one," my hubbie says. I gently, ha,...explain after all the hand shaking and stuff at church, he should wait and wash his hands first. (Lots of sickness still going around.)
"No, my fingers won't touch what I eat," he said.
What? What in the world does that mean?
"Come on, just one, please?"
I shake my head, but give in. He grabs one off the top, while I watch to see how he's gonna manage that trick.
He bites the fry all the way down to his fingers. I look at him and he smiles, rolls down his window and throws the rest out.
"See, no contamination, and the sea gulls will get something to eat."
Me, I just laugh. I will wait. (I usually need to warm them up by the time we get home anyway.)
"Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me." Psalm 51:10
Before I point fingers, is my heart clean today, as God would like? Are there germs hidden in the corners, ready to sprout? Only He cleans hearts. Has dirt smudged my spirit, so I pick what I like of His word and throw the rest out the window? O renew my spirit, steady and strong.
Let me eat the whole fry.
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