leftovers

A friend was just back from Louisiana this past week.  She was gaily speaking of all that she had experienced on this trip.
One such encounter made such an impression on her that she described it as "the best part of the whole trip."

Parading through the French Quarter, they came across magnificent architecture, which they captured through the lens of their cameras.  The continuous clicking of the camera made it obvious they were indeed tourists.
Smells wafted past their noses, seducing them to the nearest food establishment.
It wasn't long and they were seated.  It was torture waiting for their taste buds to be activated as the  tantalizing dishes continually filed past their table,  heightening their anticipation of what was to come.
At last, the feast arrived.
  The five senses kicked into gear.   
The sizzling of the shrimp and the intense aroma of cajun seasonings;  their eyes were bigger than their stomaches!
The not so hot shells were picked up by hand, cracking open the delicacy inside.  Finally, the wait was over.  The salivating went into overdrive, and indulging ensued.  It was worth every second of biding their time.

With stomaches full, it was time to walk off the heavenly meal.
Not wanting to waste one bite, the white, familiar, styrofoam container was filled for a later snack.
One family member asked, "Why are you keeping it?  We are going to be walking around and it is just going to go to waste."
My friend just stated, "I can't throw it away."

Off they went, delighting in the perfect day they were having.
Not too long after the meal, a homeless man appeared.
Looking directly at the styrofoam container, seemingly knowing the contents inside, asked my friend, "maam, could I have your box?"
She immediately said, "yes" and handed over the treasure.

Tears filled my friend's eyes as she recaptured every emotion of that chance encounter.
Watching that man eating that leftover meal with his bare hands moved her.  God did not "waste" her wisdom to save the leftovers.  She simply obeyed and then the man simply asked.

Easter is like that.  Jesus died for us.  Not one of us is "wasted" or "leftovers" in His eyes.  He will give our lives purpose and meaning if we only will simply ASK.