Don’t looked all shocked. I’ve never been a fan of watermelon. I tell people that it is the flavor or texture, but honestly, it is the seeds that have a lot to do with it. It seems so messy and slow-eating. I usually take a pass and reach for the seedless grapes, easy-peel oranges.
Last summer, as the little ones in my house dug into a watermelon, the walls rang with giggles. It took them an entire half-hour to finish their portions and the table looked like a war-zone. And yet, they smiled about it all day long. Later, when my nephew was picked up to go home, telling about the watermelon was a top priority. I listened as he recounted his watermelon-eating escapade and realized that it wasn’t about the flavor or texture of the fruit.
It was all about the experience.
How cool, right?
My calendar for summer is already filling. I look at the dates and begin to think about the packing, the hours spent driving, and the lack of routines and schedules. It all feels so messy. But, when I remember how my nephew talked about his watermelon, I realized that there is another way to look at life’s moments. When we cling to an experience, the mess fades away.
Life is full of disorder. Little of it follows our plans. We can either live the ride or be tormented in the chaos.
This summer, I am stepping into the challenge of embracing each moment, setting aside my agendas, and living blessed within the mess.
Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love,
Are there things you avoid because you are fixated more on the inconvenience than on the experience?