Posted by: Dennie | November 29, 2013

Potatoes Are Like People

(I started this yesterday, then my son, who I hadn’t seen in almost a year, arrived to spend Thanksgiving Day, and that was that.)

This morning I was doing my bit to help my husband cook the Thanksgiving Day dinner.

I peeled the potatoes.

Peeling Potatoes

Ever since I lost my best peeler, which I think I accidentally threw out, I hate peeling anything-potatoes, apples, whatever.

But I wanted to do my part for the holiday meal. So I was helping.

And cursing.

The potatoes flipped and flew out of my hand. Bounced into the sink.

A few were easy. Round. No bumps or indentations.

And I thought, it’d be so much easier if all the potatoes were like this one.

And then, another thought popped into my head.

God grew these potatoes.

Each one is different. Individual. Unique.

Like us. His children.

Some have bumps. Some have indentations. Big, small, round, misshapen.

None are perfect.

Like us.

And that thought made peeling those potatoes just a little easier.

 

 

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  1. Great post ~ from your little tater friend. πŸ™‚


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