Cheese

I made breakfast burritos for my kids this morning.  Here's the process:  I scramble the eggs, add cheese, let it all cool down (ALL FOOD MUST BE COLD!), then warm the tortillas and wrap it all up.  Then let it cool down some more, since the tortilla was warm.

As I was throwing cheese on the almost-done eggs, I started feeling sorry for the cheese that fell off the sides of the eggs.  I knew my kids would never eat it; it would get left in the pan. 

It made me slow down just a little, and focus more on getting the cheese just in the right spots.  And as I did, I had this thought:  how much of what I do here on earth is like the cheese in the pan?  It’s going to get stuck here, and it won’t matter – it’s wasted effort.

Only what I do for God gets on the eggs (if you’ll bear with my metaphor).  Today, I’m going to slow down a bit, and work at improving my aim.