Seemingly out of no where, she asked the question over breakfast this morning...
Maya: "Momma, what does waste mean"
Me: "Race?"
Maya: "No, waste."
Me: "Oh, Waste."
First I wondered why she asked the question, then I realized I had never answered that question before or even thought about a definition. I pondered it for while, then finally responded...
Me: "Well, waste is when we don't use something that is useful or valuable," I explained with a satisfied smile; I was thoroughly please with my definition.
Maya: "Oh. So we waste things we don't like?"
Me: "Yes... well, I suppose... sometimes we waste things we do like, too."
I'm still unsure of the thoughts behind the question, but it definitely cut to my core, and it's left me thinking...
2 comments:
I just wanted to stop by and say I liked your article in the Crosswalk.com newsletter! May God continue to bless your marriage!
Re your blog here: Wasting time seems to be my weakness/joy. I am prone to procrastinate, even though it may well be a hinderance to greater things. [Think snooze alarm as an oxymoronic example.]
Re your Crosswalk.com message: I too am interested in a [particular]woman of color. Albeit, I find her skin-tone neither polarizing nor magnetic. To me her beauty is not merely skin-deep. Interestingly, were we to wed, I would probably have as many, if not more black friends in attendance. If there's one thing I've learned, [ala Romans 5:8, etal,]it is that God loves "black sheep". [Pun intended.] Amen. :D
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