Sunrise Sermon: Just Right

This past week as I began preparing for today’s message, I found my thoughts to be scattered hither and yon. They usually come together in a cohesive little box with a coherent little bow, but as I heaped more and more onto my plate last week, I quickly grew tired and too weary to package my thoughts.

After resting a bit, I woke up with the story of Goldilocks and the Three Bears. I know this might seem strange, but stick with me. If you have never heard this story, I’ll summarize it for you with my spin of course.

One Sunday morning just before sunrise and early mass, Mama Bear got up to have her Community Coffee with chicory before Baby Bear and Papa Bear got up. She savored her coffee and daydreamed about fishing on the bayou as a cub. A few minutes later, the loud snores of Papa and Baby startled her back to reality, so she jumped up, grabbed her cast iron skillet, and prepared to wake them up.

She began pouring and mixing just as she had watched Maw Maw bear do when she was little. Pouring and mixing until the mixture was just right, she ladled the mixture into the hot skillet, and the sweet smell of  Southern goodness wafted through the air.

The snoring stopped, and Mama Bear yelled, “Allon boys, Couche Couche is served!” 

If you know the original story, Mama Bear actually served porridge, and it was too hot to consume, so the Bear family decided to take a walk until it was cool enough to eat. Meanwhile, Goldilocks — who was walking through the woods, happened upon the Bears’ house. She walked right in and made herself at home. She tried Papa’s porridge, but it was far too hot; Mama’s porridge was far too cold, but Baby’s was just right, so she devoured it and licked the bowl (That’s my spin.). Next, she attempted to get comfy. She sat in Papa’s chair, but it was too firm; she tried Mama’s, but it was too soft, and then she tried Baby’s, and it was just right — at least for a little while until she broke it (too much porridge, I presume). Finally, after all that eating and snooping, she grew tired and decided to take a nap. Again, she started with Papa’s bed, and it was too firm; next, she tried Mama’s bed, but it was too soft. Finally, she found Baby’s bed, and it was just right. She fell asleep and woke up to three bears standing over her, so she did what anyone in that predicament would do. She jumped out the window and hightailed it home.

Many of us find ourselves in similar situations. We fall victim to the Comparison Trap. We want what others have and sometimes take it.

Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their master, As the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress, So our eyes look to the LORD our God, Until He is gracious to us. ~ Psalms 123:2

Seeking what others have and getting it may bring you immediate pleasure, but you will soon grow tired of it, sick of it, and perhaps even rid yourself of it. Someone else’s promise from God will never bring you joy. Only that which is divinely doled out will bring you joy–unspeakable joy. May blessings abound! ❤

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NOTE – Click the hyperlink above for a recipe for Couche Couche. Bon appetit! ❤