Hot and now. Just thinking the words make me salivate and to have to drive past the sign when it is flashing- it is almost torture not to stop. And to be honest, I never have NOT seen the hot and now sign NOT flashing on Stratford Road. I could eat half a dozen, hot and now, Krispy Kreme doughnuts in one single sitting and still have coffee left over. Once on a dare, I dried to stuff three in my mouth all at one time to prove that they really do melt in your mouth. Um, they don't exactly and as I remember the story, I ended up with someone slapping me hard between the shoulder blades, and yelling, "Kathleen, are you ok? Can you breathe?" Now I love me some Krispy Kreme doughnuts, especially the hot and now. You can just feel the love. What says love better yeast, butter and sugar deep fried in oil and drizzled with icing. Talk about love in a box. Personally, I am also quite fond of the chocolate cream filled and Vance loves the lemon filled. Davis just the hot and now. None of us care too much for Dunken Doughnuts though. So about three times a week during rounds, someone brings love to us in a green, red and white box. Three dozen are gone before rounds are complete. One physician brings them every weekend he is on call and passes them out to his patients. It almost makes me want to get admitted. Almost.
When I was a little girl I loved to go to the Krispy Kreme store and watch the doughnuts being made. I would imagine how hot that oil was and in my mind it was hotter than the sun. I thought they brought the sugar straight from the cane fields in Jamaica. It was a very exotic place to me. Once, I got to back and actually see it up close, the doughnut machine. I was awed.
But the Krispy Kreme doughnut tells alot about ourselves and how we see things. There is a hole in the middle. Right in the middle where there could have been more dough to eat, there is part missing. The hole. Sometimes our hearts are like that. Missing a piece and I keep losing the keys and time and bits of my busy mind and it’s hard to keep company with Jesus when you are losing your sanctification over piles laundry in the floor and unmopped kitchen floor. I look at the hole my undone housework presents to me daily and I can forgot and lose Jesus by not thanking him for the house at all. That dirt reminds me that we live here, love here, laugh here and eat doughnuts here.
All of life is messy just like Krispy Kreme doughnuts and it presents us with grace over and over again. The kind of grace you want to lick right off your fingers. And the response to grace is gratitude. Grateful for it all, the good, the bad, the ugly, the beautiful, the messy, the joy, the sorrow, the pain, the release, it is all grace. Time to eat the doughnuts.
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