So I learned something today; some childhood thrills remain long into adulthood. As children we in our house would compete to be the first to break into a new food item. To be the first to dig into a new jar of peanut butter was one of the biggest joys in life. To be the first to open the box of cereal meant you got to dig for the prize at the bottom of the box.
This morning as I opened my new jar of peanut butter and pulled back the foil covering I got a smile on my face and hurried to be the first to touch the unblemished surface. I live alone, but the excitement of being the first was still there. Some days reading the Bible is like that, but not often enough. Maybe we should have competed over that as children too.
Deborah, DoMH!