What’s the complete food in a liquid form? It’s milk. Spell! M-I-L-K… MILK. A healthy beverage! I’m pretty sure everybody knows that milk is a white, creamy and nutritious fluid. Naturally, it is produced by cows, goats, sheep and carabaos. May I add that mothers also produce milk?! It is consumed by babies and older children as their food in order to grow and be healthy. It is drunk by adults as well as nourishment. People who work and engage in sports also drink it as their thirst-quencher. In the book of Judges 4:19, milk was served as a drink. Whatever its form, it’s still regarded as refreshment, a drinkable taste.
I used to drink a glass of milk when I was young. It was my habit to drink it with cubes of ice in the afternoon during my snack time. But every time I’d get sick, I would prefer to have it hot. As the years passed by and I am growing older, I noticed that it has been commercialized not only for the infants and the young generation but also for adults and senior citizens. Basically, it is still intended for human consumption and is further studied for its benefits far and wide for everybody.
Back to my “moo juice” experience, when I was in high school, I shunned away from the habit of drinking the plain white milk. That’s true, until I liked the flavoured ones. I liked the taste of chocolaty- so yummy! I tried several times other flavours such as the mango, strawberry and melon, to name a few. For me, the latter is the best primarily because of the good smell and it tastes richly soft. It is smooth when it slithers down my throat. Funny, it’s milky for me! That’s it. (Chuckles)
Ding-dong! Milk- it really rings a bell! Good way off, I am talking this time of a special experience that I would dearly remember, especially now that I am in BC, Canada (a cold yet beautiful country). It’s not all about its taste. It isn’t about its colour and its flavour but at this moment, I focus on the giver of the glass of milk. Goodness overjoyed. Sweetness overload.
Indeed, a gratitude and longing overture! Every night before I sleep, I am given a glass of fresh “2-percent” milk. The giver is my sweetheart, father of my three wonderful sweethopes. He’s the one preparing it for me, however busy he is.
A glass of milk
He gives; I drink.
Care of that ilk
He loves, I think.
For Christmas chink
“Thanks” is a clink.
When he cheerfully gives me a glass of milk, I feel like a baby. I am nourished. And just as a cooing baby would utter something fondly, I’d like to whisper into his ears, “Thank you, hubby! You’re so sweet!” Again, this is “goodness overjoyed”; a “sweetness overload”.
In essence, this is considered as our “sweet fellowship together”-Psalm 55:14. However whenever I am alone, there’s another key point in my mind, heart and spirit. It has a connection with the First Book of Peter 2: 2. Like an infant, I long for the “pure milk”. Since I am already getting old, there’s a heavenly taste that I meaningfully thirst for. I would like to try and push for a “pure milk of the word so that by it I may grow in respect to salvation”. In view of that, I keep thinking that each glass of “pure milk” that I drink makes me a better person. I wish to be well-nourished with what is essential for life, health, love and grace.
Santa is giving me a glass of milk every night. Isn’t this a year-long Christmas?… This is just my simple idea of so many MERRY ways to celebrate CHRISTMAS. And it’s not just once in a year for me. What’s yours?
December 18, 2015