I love peanut butter cups.
Particularly Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. And I don’t mean love in the way that you love pizza or travel or calendars with cats. I mean I have an emotional connection with them. If Mr. Reese were alive today, I would want to shake his hand and get his autograph, and maybe even give him an awkward hug. Because, that thing you created, man, well, it’s just brilliant. It’s such a beautiful concept that I wouldn’t be surprised if DaVinci, himself, has a blueprint for the peanut butter cup locked away somewhere in the secret Vatican library. If there is such a thing as the secret Vatican library. I’m assuming Dan Brown knows. Maybe his next book should be about this. The Peanut Butter Cup Code or something like that.
Where was I? Oh. Yes. I love peanut butter cups. The thing is, I haven’t had a peanut butter cup in at least six weeks. In fact, I haven’t had any sugar (real or artificial) at all in that time. I’ve been on this 8-week challenge that involves a diet known as the Paleo/Primal/Cavemen diet. And, well, apparently the cavemen didn’t eat Reese’s.
Which leads me to tonight. My alma mater (THE University of Georgia) was playing a big game in the NCAA basketball tournament. I love my school. And I love basketball. And I love winning. So here’s what I did. At halftime of a tie game, I went to Sonic with my friend Matt. And I ordered a Sonic Blast (ice cream treat) with, you guessed it, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups stirred all up in it. Because the only thing better than peanut butter cups is peanut butter cups mixed up in ice cream. I put it in the freezer and it sat there waiting. Waiting on the outcome of the game. If my team won, I would eat it in celebration. If my team lost, I would let the treat walk out the door with Matt. Admittedly, I was hedging my bets a little. If we win, I’m happy and I get to celebrate with a nice treat. If we lose, I get to feel good about continuing my diet uninterrupted.
My team lost.
And I watched my friend walk out the door with that which I love…
Here’s what I was reminded of:
- Sometimes, we don’t get what we love. And that’s a sad thing.
- Sometimes, we don’t get what we love. And that’s a very, very good thing.
- Sometimes, it’s a little of both.
- Sometimes, we will get the thing we love, if we only wait a little bit longer.
- Sometimes, it’s not really love, just desire. And that’s a huge difference that we often overlook.
Here’s the thing. It seems to me that delayed gratification is a lost art. We want what we want when we want it. And some of the beauty and the joy and the pleasure of attaining it gets lost because we never had to wait on it, miss it, or do without it. And that’s a shame.
It’s true of the teenager that is so afraid of missing out on things that they want to rush into every adult experience. It’s true of the 20-something who’s getting anxious about still being single. It’s true of the couple trying to have their first child. It’s true of the businessperson working toward that promotion. It’s true of the urgent prayers we make to God begging Him to hurry. Sometimes, the delay is frustrating. Sometimes, it’s excruciating. But it’s always difficult. And how do we interpret what God’s up to while we’re waiting?
I don’t know, but I do know He’s up to something. And I’m gonna go ahead and guess it’s for our good.
In just over 2 weeks, my challenge is going to come to an end. And sometime soon after that I will make my way to Sonic.
And the delay will have made my reunion with peanut butter cups (and ice cream) that much sweeter…