just a little bit

It's a funny thing about family. You can see your sister only a few times
a year and still think you know her so well. Mine was in town for a few days so we drove up to Dillard to see mountain things, catch up on conversation, and satisfy our hunger at the Dillard House.

Dillard's feast is served family style. All kinds of staples and delicacies brought to the table and you get to pick and choose and pass the platters. However, the aproned cook never shows up to sit down, so at some point, you may ask the server to explain a dish. And he's likely to respond, "Recipe book, gift shop." Sis eagerly bought one on the way out, but the coveted pork tenderloin with cherry sauce secret and the basic iced tea potion were not included.

As we worked ourselves through the meal, and after a while, it does take on the semblance of major assignment, we'd say, I'll have just a little of dressing and then a little bit of that onion thing. Will you pass me the squash casserole? Need a little bit of that.

My relationship with brother Jesus can be like this. There's those big occasions where we get together and have a great time. And afterwards, I may flip through his book now and then, looking for ingredients for that appealing fruit he serves up. I find myself choosing just a little bit of Jesus and thinking I'm fully acquainted.

But Jesus before daybreak or after I'm already stuffed with the menu du jour, today's list of busy? Giving up Me to have more of Him?