Mildly Inappropriate

My love affair with chocolate could definitely be described as mildly inappropriate.  Truly, I consume an insane amount of the deliciousness everyday.  I am not really a nice person without it.

Hence my morning breakdown.  I had an Oreo after my breakfast of donut holes.  It was wonderful.  Double Stuff.  Mmmm.  But, upon devouring said Oreo (in the pantry so the children wouldn't see), I made an unsettling discovery.

Our house was out of chocolate.

This is not an acceptable occurrence, and one I cannot handle with grace or dignity.  Don't judge.  I have a cocoa bean deficiency.  Very rare, but very real.

I searched the freezer.  Ice cream?  Nope.  Finished that off several days ago.  Frozen cookie dough?  Nada.  Ate most of them uncooked.  Who has time when you're craving?

What about the candy dish?  Yuck.   Just a bunch of non-chocolate reject candy.  The pantry?  Finished off the Chips Ahoy yesterday, and you know the sad tale of the Oreos.

I was about to despair when I remembered the cooking cabinet.  I always have chocolate chips.  Empty.  I felt the walls of my house closing in on me.  Six children.  Can't go to the grocery store until Patrick gets home at 4:30.  What if I don't make it that long?

Utter and complete misery.  My wonderful and, might I say, wise husband bought me chocolate last night.  But now the Twix and KitKat wrappers in the bathroom trash can mock me.

Hours later I have given up hope of having a normal life.  Then, the amazing happened.

The doorbell rang.

We all jumped.  It was nap time, and no one comes to my house at nap time.  I opened the door to see this blessing:

A truly wonderful woman gave me a gift card to Godiva after Christmas.  I wished I could kiss her right then.  I had placed an order and forgotten about it.

I shouted, "Thank you!" to the startled UPS man.  I ripped open the package and started taking pictures.  I am pretty sure the awake children thought I was insane.  It is best they learn the truth now.  Maybe I'll even stop hiding in the pantry.

Ahh....chocolaty caramel goodness.  I ate an undisclosed amount.  My smile came back.  The children laughed.

It may sound crazy, but this is how I know God loves me. 

He is always doing things to surprise me.  To bless me.  To make me walk with a lighter step.

Some days it is a smile.  Others it is children who obey the first time.  It has been a card.  It has been a hug.  Today it was chocolate.  Thank you, Jesus.  I love you, too. 

Here is the Sunrise School news.  Doesn't it pale in comparison to the miracle of chocolate delivered to a doorstep in the middle of a crisis?