2-Minute Multiplier

I share life with a pure plain water person.

No bubbles. Or fizz. Definitely no flavors.

Not even any ice.

I often pitch a tent in the Topo Chico with lime camp. Or hitch a ride with a speedy can of naturally essenced LaCroix.

(Don’t ask me what essenced means. Even my Google spell check doesn’t like it.)

You can imagine the marital tension when I treat myself to a cherry Coke with zero sugar.

We buy the little cans. 7.5 ounces seem less debilitating than 12. Unless I pour two cans into my mug.

(Double the marital tension.)

I rarely drink soda water. But when I do I crave the perfect blend of cherry and Coke and fake sugar that tastes like sugar.

What treat do you imbibe to climb whatever hill you’re facing?

God created us to taste. To allow the buds on the tongue to trigger reactions running deep into our psyche.

Some from childhood: Big Red. Others from later in life: a nice Cab.

Some intended for building up, resulting instead in tearing down.

All intended to usher joy into life. Just another treat from a treat-giving God.

To deny the power and beauty of taste is to deny how your Creator created you. A five-senses being.

To deny the ability of taste to consume you is to deny how broken you really are. Too easily succumbing to self-medicating.

There but for the grace of God go you. And I.

Absorb God’s treats like a drought-stricken tree soaking in a slow rain.

Enjoy most of all your Father who supplies the treats that turn the frown into a smile.