I use to feel that if you didn't like my 'lasagna', well then that meant that you didn't like me. I thought who I was, was in what I produced and my identity was in what you said about me/the 'lasagna'. The two were one of course! I have come a long journey down the pasta road of life. Today by the grace of God, I am not my 'lasagna.' I give you the right to hate it even spit it out. Go ahead tell me it's dry, I'll offer you more Marinara on the side. I hope you like it, I hope you love it, I think it rocks. BUT I am content and my contentment is not based on what I produce. Who I am is founded upon what God says of me and Who He is. You think I'm competing with you? Are you serious? No way! These are your vain thoughts. I understand, I use to be where you are back at the 'lasagna.' I have compassion, even though it twinges that you judge me. I wish you could see my heart, but only God can. It's Ok. God the Gardner of my heart is presently at work at yet another area of my life needing his touch, weeding, pruning and maturation.
I am not my 'Lasagna.' Rice Pudding, Creme Brulee, Soup.....et
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I was interviewed yesterday for employment in a very provoking way and was asked about how I handle critique....I wish that the above had been my response, I had written about my 'lasagna' over a dozen years ago. kmv
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