Just a Taste

Taste and savor. Taste and see. Just a taste. Taste has been on my mind, but not in a physical sense. As I was reading a book on teaching students how to respond to nonfiction pieces, I stumbled on a quote by Anias Nin, “We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection.” Interesting. So often, I feel I’m not even tasting life the first time around.

Last night I listened to a chat from Mars Hill on “silence”. In his message on silence, the speaker said we release ourselves into the heart of our creator and connect to the source of life so that we, in turn, have life to give. You see, we must “taste” his goodness and “drink” it in, so to speak, before we can let the overflow spread beyond ourselves. He went on to say we begin to live from the very source of life when we practice silence.

Over the last few months, I’ve struggled to come to an understanding of what abundant life means in the here and now. Even as I contemplated these new thoughts, I was taken back to something my mom would always say after dinner. She always needed “just a taste” of something sweet. Not a whole cookie. Not a whole bowl of ice cream. Not a whole piece of cake. Just a taste to satisfy that momentary desire. What a reminder. A taste. A morsel of goodness. Each day provides a “taste” of life and a “morsel” of goodness. Perhaps that perspective is a key in learning what abundance is.