The Cookie: or Why Wait?

There’s a cookie on the table. It’s a kind you’ve never tried before, a white chocolate macadamia nut cookie with tiny bits of raspberry mixed in.  Momma said she baked it for you, just because she loves you, but you can’t have it until after dinner.

But it looks so good! You gaze longingly at the cookie. You want it. It’s not wrong to want it; after all, it’s for you. It was created and brought to your attention for the express purpose of your enjoyment. You have only to wait.

But waiting is the hardest thing you’ve ever faced in your young life. Look, on that commercial! That kid is eating a cookie in the middle of the day. And you are pretty sure that was a cookie crumb that Mommy just brushed off of Daddy’s chin. No fair! Why are the rules different for him?

You pull the cookie a little closer so you can inhale its sweet aroma. Swallowing hard, you clench your fists and ask your mom how long until dinner. She assures you it won’t be long now and asks you to wait patiently. A slow nod is the only response you can muster.

You glance back to make sure no one is looking. Coast clear, you reach out a tentative finger and just touch the edge of your future treat. It will be yours! And nobody said not to touch. But the touch becomes a caress which causes a crumb to fall to the formica. Uh, oh.

There it is. It’s calling you. You know it would be so yummy. And it’s only a itty bit, just enough to taste! Surely that would be okay, right?

As you give the tidbit a quick flick with your fingertip, your waiting tongue reaches for it. The two magically meld and your mouth is suffused with the long-awaited (it seems to you) pleasure. Okay, that’s all. You tasted and you know it’s going to be great! You can wait now.

But within moments, your hand is on its way back to caress your intended. Another morsel won’t hurt. When nothing significant presents itself, you scratch a bit. Come on, just a little more?

You are rewarded to find that your finger has accumulated some of the gooey stuff of your cookie under its nail. You bring it to your nose, inhaling deeply before taking it between your lips. As you suckle the digit, your tongue lightly scrapes the tip and savors the tangy, sweet goodness.

Then you scratch again. And again. You aren’t eating the cookie, exactly. You’re only tasting it. She didn’t say don’t taste it. It’s just to hold you over, to help you wait.

But how can you wait? That’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever experienced and it’s staring you right in the face. It’s offering itself to you and she said it was yours. She even told you where it waited, put it within your grasp! How could you not be drawn there? How could you not nudge it to the table edge and nibble, like this?

Oh, no! Now you’ve done it. There is the evidence, the mark of your indiscretion marring the cookie’s former perfection. There’s no hiding it and now you may lose your sweet. What if it gets taken from you for your disobedience?

There is no time to waste! The whole cookie is chewed and swallowed with narry a drop of cold milk to wash it down. Its sweetness now seems sickly, as you slink from the table leaving a small scattering of crumbles where once a tantalizing wonder lay.

You feel guilty, because you are guilty. Your mom gave you that cookie as a special gift, intending for you to enjoy it when she said the time was right. But you took matters (and the cookie) into your own hand and decided your own timetable. Now your appetite is ruined and your blessing is no more.

Were you wrong to anticipate? No. Would you have sinned to imagine eating the cookie? Of course not. Nor would it have been wrong to enjoy it fully at its appointed time. But you were tempted by your desire to touch, then to taste, then to devour. And now your first white chocolate raspberry macadamia nut cookie is gone and you have nothing but a knot in the pit of your stomach where there should have been satisfaction.

Because you know the timing was off. It wasn’t dessert time yet.

You run to Mommy, crying. Sorry. You’ll never do it again. You ask her to not show you the cookie until it’s time to eat it.

But your mom won’t always protect you from yourself. She will help you practice internal fortitude. You’ll know where the cookies are and you will have to choose to avoid them or feel this dissatisfaction and even self-disgust.

After dinner, when the time is right, when you are full of the everyday goodness of meat and vegetables, that’s when you can enjoy your cookie with your family and not in secret. And the next night, maybe you’ll have chocolate chip. Or a snickerdoodle. Hmmm, the flavor possibilities are endless…

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8 replies
  1. Lila69
    Lila69 says:

    Wow! Such a hot story, CHL!

    Lol, I'm kidding! 🙂

    Interesting… what made you write this, CHL?

  2. PacMan
    PacMan says:

    I will tip my hat to you on the creative metaphor. The key thing about the story is not the cookie or the waiting… it’s the main character’s lack of self-control. We have built a generation on “waiting” but rarely address how to build self-control in young adults. If a second character had strong self-control, they would be able to touch, hold, smell the cookie, even put a few crumbs from the counter in his mouth… without completely losing his will power and devouring the cookie before his dinner. Being impatient is a problem, for sure. But with proper self-control, the cookie can actually be enjoyed in its own special way in its own proper time, while still remaining obedient. As this story implies, if someone has no self-control, then yes they should not temp themselves.

  3. CrazyHappyLoved
    CrazyHappyLoved says:

    @Lila: LOL. Glad to see you back! I don't know, it was just something the Lord put on my heart. I didn't wait or have self-control as a young'un, so I guess I wanted to help others learn from my mistakes?

    @PacMan: Wow! Great insight and respectfully delivered. Thanks! You have actually helped me a lot today by shedding light on a question I've been struggling with, in the area of sexual fantasy and how it fits in with seeking Christ-likeness. The fruit of the Spirit is a description of Christ-likeness and the final attribute mentioned is self-control. I guess if I've grown up into Christ enough, I won't allow my fantasies to influence my choices or behavior.

  4. cj8dave
    cj8dave says:

    Great word picture! Waiting is so very hard, but the blessing of the wait…. I can’t even think of words to describe it!
    The pure wonder of it is incredible. Our society doesn’t seem to wait for anything, and so, so many loose out on one of the Father’s greatest gifts to a marriage. If you are not married, wait for the cookie! If you are and didn’t wait, our Father is the Great Redeemer and restorer of things lost.

  5. PacMan
    PacMan says:

    Yes, I think that’s on the $$ CHL. For some, self control comes easy… at least naturally. For others, that muscle needs to be worked on for decades. But YES, as the Spirit helps us mature, we should exhibit more self-control. To the fantasy question, I am PRO fantasy… esp to someone who has good self control. But to someone who lacks willpower, fantasies might be too temping, so your story applies to that scenario! Nice job!

  6. CMLove
    CMLove says:

    Loved this! So well written and you cleverly pointed out incredible truths, thank you for sharing!
    It was great to read PacMans insights as well; thank you, brother, I've missed reading your comments since I've been gone. Glad to see youre still here! I hope you and your wife are doing well!

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