Leftovers

What are you doing with your leftovers?

One of the most anticipated parts of Thanksgiving for my hubby is typically the leftovers. We’ve been married for just over 5 years, and for the first 3 I excitedly prepared my own dinner for him. He relished in all the food, and then we would head over to my aunts and eat a 2^nd one.

Last year we ate at his parents’ house, and although it was a sweet time, it was a very disappointing dinner. I come from a family that slaves in the kitchen all day, hand making the stuffing, potatoes and turkey. That year my MIL made everything from a box—dinner cooked within like an hour. I called my mom crying, my heart ached for home. This year we ate at my Dad’s and my Aunt’s—each was filled with homemade food and tons of it. But, I did not do our own dinner which resulted in no leftovers for my man.

I know he was disappointed in this, and I vow from here on out to always make him his own dinner—but as I pondered the idea of leftovers this morning I wondered to myself—how often do we give God our leftovers?

Leftovers are typically the food that sits in the fridge until it loses its flavor and grows moldy. Do we want to give God the part of us that has now flavor? The part that has grown mold?

I don’t, I want to give him my first fruits—glory in all things. I want His kingdom to be front and center in my life.

But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.

Matthew 6:33  

Blessings