Candy to My Soul
It’s that time of year where sweet temptations are constantly at our elbow. At my house we’re still gorging ourselves on the dregs of Halloween candy; Smarties and Tootsie Rolls congregate with empty wrappers at the bottom of the communal bowl. Thanksgiving isn’t far away and I’m tempted to make pies several times before the big day; they’re too good to enjoy only one day a year. In my house any pie instantly turns into “breakfast pie” when eaten before noon. Then we’ll jump into Christmas celebrations and the fabulous treats they provide – sugar cookies, pecan tarts, mint brownies… and if I’m lucky someone will send chocolate covered cinnamon bears or See’s chocolates. (HINT!)
Yesterday this line from a Dave Matthews song jumped out at me, “Sweet like candy to my soul.” Although Dave had a more carnal treat in mind, I thought about the things I have found in the gospel of Jesus Christ that are sweet, like candy to my soul.
Yesterday I went to the back of the chapel to find a seat for sacrament meeting and turned around to find my teenage daughter pointing at a bench closer to the sacrament table. Seeing her eager faith was like a Snickers bar with almonds.
After a visit with my housebound terminally ill friend she said, “Thank you for your visits; they really mean so much. You’ve made me feel better!” That was like razzleberry breakfast pie.
This morning a family in our ward, the Fosters, posted a picture of their family’s temple sealing on Facebook. That, my friends, is a piece of fresh cheesecake with ripe strawberries, chocolate shavings, and real whipped cream!
What are your favorite treats of gospel living?