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Posted on Dec 9, 2014 by in Christian Life

My husband and I were invited to a pre opening training at a new Cheesecake Factory in our home town. It was all complimentary so we were even more excited about the invite.  I will say it was a great evening with more food than we could even begin to eat.  The big moment had arrived, the handing of the cheesecake menu (ta da).  We took our  time  deciding what kind of cheesecake we wanted.  This is a very important step in the conclusion of the dinner and could easily make or break the entire evening.   The server comes back to the table and we begin to give our hard thought decisions and what do I hear?  The server says as part of this training we are only able to give you a piece of cheesecake to share. I couldn’t believe my ears, ONE piece of cheesecake. Wait, What? Share?  Is this really happening?  I am weighing out my options as to how to handle this situation and believe me it is a situation at this point.  I start to question all that I know.  How much do I really love this man I call my husband?  I don’t remember the word “share” in our wedding vows.  Let’s see, sickness, health, richer, poor, until death do us part, hmmmm.  I can’t do that over a cheese cake, it would be a bit messy and might alter the mood of this great evening.  The cheesecake arrives and I give death stare to server as to make sure dessert is placed in optimum sharing postion not to close one way or another.  I glare at my husband as we begin to “share” this piece of chocolate heaven.  I send a message to God asking to change my husbands taste to that of chocolate dislike (well worth a try).  I see that prayer is unanswered.  Neither one of us is making direct eye contact as to ensure we both get our fair amount of cheesecake.  I look up from my chocolate stupor to see my husband looking at me with a smile and it is speaking volumes as he is enjoying this “sharing thing”.  Stop smiling I think to myself.  I just had to share my dessert with you!  I realize he isn’t smiling because of the dessert, he is smiling because he is enjoying me enjoying my dessert.  My husband knows I love chocolate more than anything in the world and he was loving the fact that it was truly making me happy.  I had referred to our “shared” vows earlier in the story and I realize sharing isn’t a bad thing it is something you do together for enjoyment and out of love.  I was looking at this “sharing” thing as mine and yours but it is a together thing.  I then remembered a verse that describes all that I am saying.


Love is patient, Love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.  Love does not delight in evil but rejoice in truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes , always perseveres. 1 Cor 13:4-6

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