Tonight Sammy squirted the better part of a bottle of Ranch dressing onto his plate (which is shaped like a banana leaf and was a gift from Tamara, thank you Tamara). I was away answering the door and Danny was in the shower while the crime took place. Later we discovered the mess.
I was irritated. It was a new bottle of dressing and I don't like waste. Plus, the sole purpose of Ranch dressing is to encourage Sam to eat raw vegetables, not drown them. Danny said, "At least it's all on the plate and not everywhere else." I chewed on my lip for a few moments, reflecting.
Sometimes the most you can hope for is containment.
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So many of life's moments have profound implications for the rest of our lives...
The pessimist thinks the world is a prison in which solitary containment is preferable.
Romans 5:3 also talks about containment...
"We continue to shout our praise even when we're hemmed in with troubles, because we know how troubles can develop passionate patience in us, and how that patience in turn forges the tempered steel of virtue, keeping us alert for whatever God will do next. In alert expectancy such as this, we're never left feeling shortchanged. Quite the contrary—we can't round up enough containers to hold everything God generously pours into our lives through the Holy Spirit!"
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