One Word Update-March 2014

Our host held a plate in front of our faces in the cafeteria-style table. He asked if we wanted any. I reached up and grabbed a fish fry.

It had eyes—my fry. There was an entire gutted sardine in the middle of the dough and now that it was in my hand, I had no choice but to also put it in my mouth.


Lucky for me, there was a pleasant surprised hidden in those heavily-fried eyeballs: it tasted more like French fries than fish.

I smiled and said I would love a few added to my plate.

Sometimes obedience means living by the phrase,

“Where You lead me, I will follow. What they feed me, I will swallow.”

But it’s more than eating weird food.

It’s being willing to do things that make you uncomfortable.

Building gravel sidewalks by digging rocks out of a river. Showering in a waterfall. Sanding doors for three weeks straight. Walking in circles around an ant-infested tent.

Obedience is learning to embrace life like an ice cream sundae.

While I might have left a few fish fries on my plate uneaten… I never would have done that with an ice cream sundae.

When you’re eating an ice cream sundae, every last drop of chocolate is consumed. Every ounce of ice cream is consumed.

Why do we hesitate to do the same with life?


Instead, I’m learning to try everything fed to me and embrace every adventure put on my plate.

Sometimes that means hiking a 5K down (and up) a Chilean cow trail to find my hotel. Spending an obscene number of hours on a bus through the Bolivian countryside. Showering in a bucket. Washing your clothes by hand. Eating fish fries.

Treating life like an ice cream sundae is not waiting for this season—this month of bucket showers—to pass. It’s embracing the here and now. The today. The fish fries.

What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever eaten?

  • Emma Marie

    The weirdest thing I’ve ever eaten was “balut” on my mission trip to the Philippines. Balut is a half incubated chicken (or duck. I don’t remember) egg. One cracks it open a little bit and douses the chicken in vinegar and salt. And then it’s time to swallow. Yeah. I still shudder when I think of it.

    I love your blog, by the way.

  • Gail

    Worm cookies. It wasn’t out of obedience or even politeness, I was tricked. My two best friends in high school had gotten together the night before to bake cookies. They offered what looked like oatmeal raisin really had a secret ingredient:earthworms! The girls screamed as I chewed a tasty but grainy cookie! I finished the cookie and lived to tell about it. Maybe the joke was on them!