Surely your popcorn is better than mine.
Popcorn is regular snack in our home. Neat Pete can make popcorn in a heavy pan on the range. I usually just end up making micro-wave popcorn. We have the special popcorn bowls but sometimes we just eat it right out of the bag.
Lil’ Miss Molly seems to think that she needs to taste every-one’s popcorn just in case it might be better than her own. In the photo above she is looking longingly at her brother’s bowl. He is humorously guarding his portion with a real sense of urgency. He has been known to lick his food as to thwart greedy food snatchers from consuming his goods. [As if Molly knew what a germ was or cared!]
This got me thinking about my own heart in terms of sharing, ownership and jealousy. While looking through all the wonderful blogs out there I sometimes wonder if their “popcorn” is better than mine. Ick! I know better than to make comparisons.
I have struggled with jealousy for as long as I could remember. Like back in the day, “Her bangs are ratted way higher than mine.” Or now, “Her house is so clean!”
I can reflect on my own jealousies and remember that God is jealous of all my time and energy spend into things of the world.
