My house vomited itself. At least it appeared that way this morning. Thus my daily "to-do" list pretty much consisted of "clean, fold, wash, dust, scrub, try the moonwalk in my socks on the kitchen floor--repeat". Voila, several hours later--done. With a little inspiration from some of my favorite 80's tunes my mission was accomplished.
Somehow in the cleaning frenzy I had experience, I completely forgot that I needed to cook dinner. Well, maybe it was a deliberate attempt to get out of cooking. Regardless, I trudged to the freezer to see what I could find. There awaiting me was a massive assortment of deer meat. We are beyond blessed to have a few "deer" friends (pun intended) who keep our freezer stocked with venison. I am thankful but I must admit I have to psych myself out before I eat deer meat. The mental pictures of Bambi haunted me as I stared at a package of ground venison. Deer spagetti it would be. Sigh. (Let me just add that I understand the health benefits of deer meat. Lean. Protein...blah, blah, blah. I am rather partial to my ground turkey version of spaghetti). In addition, I don't have good luck with deer meat. Cooking it or digesting it. Just yesterday morning I had a bad experience. I tried a deer sausage biscuit at church and it left me interrupting my Women's Bible Study class two times with some 'almost disorderly conduct' as I quickly made an exit for the restroom.
Standing over the ground meat that was frying in the pan I was doing everything I could to be positive about the situation . In a desperate attempt to not vomit, I uttered "WWSD?" (What would Sarah (Palin) do? I imagined her smiling as she sautéed her moose meat.). I love Sarah so the "WWSD" thought assisted me through the sauteeing process and even gave me courage. "I think I can, I think I can".
At last I found mysef at the dinner table. Jim and Jordyn were all about the spaghetti (imagine that!! Me cooking something that brings rave reviews from the family! SCORE!). As for me, I was snarling my nose and flicking large chunks of meat away from my noodles as fast as I could. I wanted my bad attitude to be known by ALL. Then suddenly I was humbled. In the middle of a flick, I heard a little still voice, "Remember the people of Haiti".
I was instantly humbled. The people of Haiti. How could I be so arrogant and ungrateful? How could I forget that they are starving? How could I take for granted the fact that I have a house with electricity to prepare dinner? Yes, I need to remember the people of Haiti. I am sure they would do anything for a plate of deer meat spaghetti right now (even if I did cook it for them).
There are times when we just need to get over ourselves and suck it up. We are pretty pampered here in America. I need to be more deliberate about being grateful for all the blessings I have, including deer meat.
Here is another of my favorite organizations that is providing relief to Haiti. Will you consider donating and helping the Haitian people through Samaritians Purse?