Open Wide Your Mouth

I arrive at another Italian Mamas' lunch (this time, eggplant parmigiana, pesto, roasted peppers, mozzarelle, anchovies--and that's just the beginning), and I'm told to "bring a container" to take home the pizzelles. 

Apparently, I severely underestimate what's in store.

"Oh, that's way too small," the hostess says, laughing as she eyes my small plastic Tupperware.  "You'll need something much bigger."

Fresh Homemade Pizzelles

When you're with the Italian Mamas, you have to remember abundance and over-the-top feasting.  You have to remember that you'll get more than you can possibly contain.  

I think about Psalm 81 again (just like I did with those baby Northern Cardinals), and I consider that sometimes, I just don't open my mouth wide enough to receive the abundant, over-the-top joy and blessing God has for me today.

I'm closed off.  My container is way too small. 

I feast on my stack of fresh homemade pizzelles, and I know the truth:  God longs to be gracious to us (Isaiah 30), and He wants us to revel in His great goodness (Nehemiah 9).

When you're feasting with the Italian Mamas, you learn how to revel.  You learn how to receive.

You just have to bring a big enough container. 

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I want to receive all God has, don't you?