Excellent Christian (Buddhist) writing, being present.
Every day I make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
I assure you this is not exaggeration or hyperbole. I’m talkin’ every. single. day.
I’ve done this for at least the past couple of decades, maybe longer.
Most of the time I have one for breakfast or during a midday training session at the gym or as a late evening snack. It’s just part of my daily rhythm.
Yesterday I was up before the sun, assembling yet another addition to my now legendary gastronomic streak, when there in the predawn stillness it hit me: This might be my last PB & J.
I considered how many times I’d done it before; how many pieces of bread I’ve mindlessly slathered and stuck together, never really aware of what I was walking into on those days; of just how much was in the balance, of all that lay ahead of me.
I likely made one the day I met my wife,
another when I found out that…
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