Oh Deer!

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?