..To The Last Bite..

(c) Flotsam of the Mind

I slept with the thought of wanting to eat ice cream. I'm craving for it but the telephone in our accommodation, unfortunately, cannot be use temporarily. So I went to sleep. And the ice cream appeared in my dream. Chasing me. Alluring me with the nuts sprinkled over the top. The chocolate marble intertwined with my favorite vanilla flavor. I swallowed like a toddler seeing a cone of ice cream at first sight.

I woke up and went out to find ways to get that thing that keeps on chasing me in my dreams. And when I had it held on my hand, I savor every lick I could get, not a thing escaped from my taste buds. I was thinking I'm having the best of the ingredients since there were nuts sprinkled on its top. The very thing I imagined before going to bed. I was halfway finished the middle part, sating my crave like I am an expectant mother of twins. Such a voracious eater losing my poise and glamour in every lick. (Yes, I'm still talking of ice cream. Oh c'mon, LOL!) I thought it's the end as I am nearing the last part of the cone. As I removed the covering toward its tip, there's something more waiting for me. The most chocolate-ty bite! Droll!

Having my insomnia back to its business hours, I ponder on this thought. Sometimes we think that what we have is the already "kind of best" God is giving us. It's the limit. It's the cream of the crop. It's the cherry to the cake. Nothing more. God already emptied His barn for you. No more. Waley. 

As you go through life, you will realize that in fact, the best is yet to come. Probably, you may feel that certain state of hiatus. That certain state of plateau. You thought you already met the best man for you but yet he betrayed you after giving your all. You reached the end of your happy ever after. You thought there's no more good men after that heartbreak. If there's any, it's now a battle of trust vs. mistrust. I get the root of that predicament. 

But what if you haven't yet met the  "most chocolate-ty" part of the ice cream? What if what you had is actually just a preparatory phase to your most awaited end?  Will you succumb in the middle of life? Or will you propel forward?

Like the brilliant concept of the chocolate at the tip of the cone, God must have designed life that way. So that we will always, always, and always look forward to the best that is yet to come. You might be bruise now. You might be in anguish now. You might have been betrayed and paddled, and stepped over and over again with the seemingly unrelenting problems. But hey, is the story finished? Not yet. 

Your life is like a theater.

The curtains hasn't been draw open yet to the fullest.

Wait and see how God will transform your most astounding battles into victories.

Countless and immeasurable goodness awaits you.

Don't give up.

The most chocolate-ty awaits to the last bite! =)