Waffling

I just love waffles for breakfast. I like them with syrup and blue berries. I carry them in my memory and prayers as long as my body will allow.

It is my waffling between opinions that disturbs me. I imagine others are confused as to where I stand. The waffle looks the same in both sides. I can even picture the squares on the waffle iron impressed on the batter.

I live in fear that a difference if opinion, an obsession with being right will alienate me from the human race. It is this same race that does not always want waffles or waffling.

I sit and ponder. The syrup is what makes it all work. I am faced with being a someone with flavor. I pray that the waffles you serve or do not serve lead others to God.