I almost cried when I saw them. I did do an audible gasp right there in the Winn Dixie. Imagine, me, a grown woman of advanced age ecstatic to see—unfrosted blueberry Pop Tarts.
For years I have been searching store shelves and even the internet to find these delicious to-go breakfast pastries that I ate as a child. But apparently Kellogg’s had decided to take them off the shelves and I didn’t know why. Had they been found to cause cancer or global warming or acne? I didn’t know, but I missed them so much.
We were out of town recently and went into a grocery store for some snacky items and, just because I could, I scanned the aisle where protein bars and cereals and such were stocked. (I do that occasionally just to see if my dreams would have been fulfilled.) I could always find the frosted kind and the speckled kind and the mysterious artificially infused kind, but no unfrosted blueberry ones. It’s been decades since I had one.
Well, Kellogg’s must have heard my heart’s cry because they’re back! Right there. Within reach. I not only bought three boxes then, but I went back to that store later and stocked up. Now I smile when I open the pantry door.
It doesn’t take much to entertain me, you say. And you’re right. But that fits the theme of this blog—and my life’s journey really.
I may never accomplish or even encounter what most people would describe as grand. Does that mean I won’t find profound lessons and truths in my mundane life? No, it means that I have to look for those things He is trying to teach me. I have to be sensitive to my surroundings to discover those little messages He is sending me. I don’t want to waste a single moment of my everyday life if it means missing something that will bring me closer to Him.
So, what do unfrosted blueberry Pop Tarts have to do with discovery of God’s direction in my life? Maybe nothing, maybe something. I just have to figure out what.
“Open my eyes so I can see what you show me of your miracle-wonders.” Psalm 119: 18 (MSG)