Like Chicken

I’m in between old
and new. Exhaustion
is the norm these

days. An errand hit
at the end of the day.
on the way back I

started thinking
about dinner. More
specifically I thought

about chicken fried
rice and steamed pot
stickers. I found a

parking space and
walked in. “Take out?
He turned to grab the

bag behind him. “No.
I’m going to order.”
As soon as I said that

the take out guy
appeared. It was
taking him a while

to pay. Fong turned
to me, “Are you ready?”
I hesitated because

I thought he was busy
with the other guy.
Fong stared. I blurted,

“An order of shrimp
fried rice and an order
of steamed pot stickers.”

Fong nodded. Mr. Take
Out left. In the car my
brain was saying chicken

fried rice. But my mouth
said shrimp. Why I’ll never
know. Tired I guess. But

shrimp is okay. Fong
walked over to the table
near me. That guy ordered

sesame chicken. He’s
getting my chicken; he
probably wanted shrimp.

Fong walked back to the
kitchen and reappeared
with my order. I think I

waited less than five
minutes. I thanked Fong
and walked back to my

car. I wiggled through
the Friday rush hour maze
in the parking lot; then

shot into traffic still
wondering why I said
shrimp instead of

chicken. Didn’t take too
long to get back home.
I sat down at the table.

I could smell the food.
This was a rare treat!
I tasted the rice and

enjoyed the crunch of
the bean sprouts. Funny,
about the shrimp.

It tasted like chicken.


Commentary on Haiku 1.14

Since my last post, it has been hard for me to get moving on blogging and other writing. My job in Chandler carried over into the new year. Twelve hour days don’t leave me much wiggle room during the week. On weekends I recover from the long commute.

I thought I had started a post on 12/16, but it was empty. I was on empty. Christmas and the end of the year came and went with a little more chaos than I had hoped. Chaos in one form or another spilled over into this year.

I got through constant car emergencies and repairs last year. I did make it through two years of unemployment, thinking all is well. But that was nothing. For six months, I’ve commuted two hours a day and worked ten-hour days. No peace. Constant chaos.

I “thought” I was content just like the Apostle Paul learned to be content in all circumstances (Phil 4:11). I’m so tired, I can’t tell you where I’ve been and have no idea where I’m going more so than last year.

Abraham didn’t know where he was going either. Hebrews 11:8 states: By faith Abraham, when called to go to a place he would later receive as his inheritance, obeyed and went, even though he did not know where he was going. (NIV84)

The good news is that my unanswered prayers have rolled over into the new year. Answers are on the way. Another year, another opportunity for dreams to come true. Another chance for the Lord to give me the desires of my heart, even if I’m not sure what they are.

May I “go” like Abraham to do as God pleases and be who I am to the fullest.