For those of you who know me well, you know of my deep love for bacon. It should be it's own food group. Truly, it should. My love for bacon is such that my daughter and I thought about opening a restaurant called "Mmmm....bacon", where everything would have bacon on it or in it!
Today, I was sitting in mass, but once again, not truly present. I just wasn't feeling it today. My mind was everywhere. I did get some prayers off, but that was about it. And, somehow, I started thinking about prayer and bacon. I haven't been the best version of myself lately. Prayer wise, especially. I'm in a dry spell. Yes, I realize those closest to God have dry spells too. However, that isn't very comforting. Nor do I think I am one of those especially closest to God. However, being dry, is not one of my favorite things. But bacon is.
There is a trick mind you, a skill, required in cooking bacon. One I have yet to master. No one likes burnt bacon, me especially. I also dislike crunchy bacon. Bacon should be warm, not greasy, and firm, but not crunchy. Barely firm, actually. Sometimes, I microwave bacon and it works pretty well, but it sticks to the paper towel. Sometimes, I cook it in a pan, and surrounded by all the grease, and ends up deep frying itself and becomes way too crunchy. The best is when its on a salad or sandwich. It's just right. Sometimes, when I'm really craving bacon and it doesn't turn out the way I like it, I get upset and disappointed. Mainly in myself, b/c I just can't seem to get something I love right. My prayer life, my relationship with God, is like that sometimes. Like bacon. I love God, and I want so much to get it right, that when I don't, I get upset with myself. This is what I was feeling at church this morning. Then, during Mass, a friend of mine sang a song (he's in the choir) This song took me back about six years to when I first began to really walk in my faith. It reminded me that no matter what happens, I am His.
So, here I sit, surrounded by bacon grease, splatter, and crunchy bacon. No, it's not the best, but I know that one day, I'll get the bacon and my prayer life just right.
Pray for the repose of my dear friend Jimmie and for comfort for his wife, my dear friend Ann.