One day I was shopping in the grocery store when I saw someone that I thought I recognized. The face was familiar but the name, I didn’t recall. Honestly I could not remember where I even met this person. I didn’t recollect if it was at a church gathering or Doctor's office or what type of setting it was.
I didn’t remember how I knew them but what I did remember was this person’s “flavor”.
I know what you, the reader may be thinking right now . . . “FLAVOR?!?!” Yes! I remembered their “flavor”. And maybe this is just how a woman’s brain works, I’m not really sure, but I could remember that person had a kind, sweet and caring personality. That individual may have been the meanest woman and a horrible person who was a front liner of satan’s parade of torment, I really don’t know. But whatever encounter I had with her, she left a good impression, or what I call a “flavor” in the deepest part of my memory.
I want to challenge every reader to be conscientious . . . . that’s a HUGE word- conscientious. So, let’s go with something that we can spell- “self-aware”.
Yes, I challenge each and every reader to be self-aware of who you are and more importantly “WHOSE” you are.
We all leave an imprint. How will people remember you?
I don’t always leave the best flavor with a 1st encounter. Example: With my job, I drive a lot so I’m in drive thru window’s way too often and if they get my order wrong, I let them know about it. Now, my children think I’m being “ugly”, as we southerners say. I’ve worked on being more tactful with my procedure of letting them know how utterly disgusted I am that this has just cost me more time than I had and that I’m fuming that I told the speaker box 3 times in well-articulated English, “LITE ICE”, or “NO MAYO”. I’ve explained to my kids, “Hey, if I don’t bring the issue to their attention, then they won’t know that it needs to be fixed”. Ya know, such as sour, ruined tea! So, I still complain but in a way that I leave a good “flavor” of myself. I smile while I complain and I specifically state first that I’m always pleased to eat at this place and I hate to complain but they really need to know…….. and then I give my complaint.
Here’s another personal example, that’s actually a good one: I was parked in a neighborhood, on my job, a dude in his work vehicle accidently backed into the side of my van where my side, sliding door couldn’t even open. I felt so bad for him. He was so humble and he was focused at looking at where his vehicle was pulling out because he thought it was leaking something and then he hit my van. So, after we exchanged information, I asked him if I could pray for him right at that moment and he accepted. What if I would have been yelling and screaming? Even when I probably had the right to do so. If I would have been ranting and raving, What kind of flavor would I have left with that man who was a husband and a father of 2 kids?
It is said that within 5 minutes of meeting someone that the other person already has an impression of you.
So as women and Christian women, I challenge each of us to be self-aware of the flavor of God that we leave with people. When they see you the next time, what flavor will they remember of you? What flavor will they remember of me? I leave you with this scripture to meditate on-Matthew 5:13 (MSG)
“Let me tell you why you are here. You’re here to be salt-seasoning that brings out the GOD-FLAVORS of this earth. If you lose your saltiness, how will people taste Godliness? You’ve lost your usefulness and will end up in the garbage.”
Rhonda Jenkins is a 41 yr old child of the King, wife to a noble man of God, and mother to 3 Fabulous kiddos.. She works full time job is as an LPTA in home health giving therapy to our precious Geriatric population. The thing that gives me life is writing. I enjoy writing to encourage others that they can overcome any obstacle past or present in Christ Jesus.