In my dream, the sun shone brightly through my kitchen window, spilling across my countertops. As I entered the kitchen, I saw a beautiful, ripe, juicy mango sitting on the counter. I smiled as I saw the fruit in its perfection and knew I would love its deliciousness when I ate it. I would eat it soon. I didn’t have time to eat it then; I was in a hurry making food for others and didn’t have the time to savor the mango like I wanted to. But I knew I’d love it when I savored it. I walked out of the kitchen.
No Time to Savor
In dreamlike fashion, I suddenly entered the kitchen again, smiling lovingly at the mango I was so excited to eat. My mouth watered in anticipation, but I didn’t have time to savor the mango just then. I promised myself I’d find the time soon to enjoy my delicious treat. I walked out of the kitchen.
Again, instantly walking into the kitchen. Evening sun hinted at the orange and purple sunset hues dancing on my kitchen cabinet around my precious mango. “Oh, no! I need to eat that mango soon before it spoils!” I thought. I picked it up to examine it. It was rolling into over-ripeness, but it still looked and smelled okay. “Great!” I thought. “I can wait a day or so until I can really savor it!”
I hurried into the kitchen to make food for my family and dog. I moved the mango out of the way so I could use the counter space. I didn’t even really look at it, worried it was spoiling and not wanting to acknowledge it. But I didn’t have time to peel and cut it up right then. I had so many things to do. I ran out of the kitchen.
I stood at the sink washing the dishes that piled up on the counter. How did that pile get so big? I’d been so busy. As I grabbed a rag to wipe down the dish-free counter, I spotted the forgotten mango, wilting and little spotted. “Oh, yes, the mango!” I put it back on the visible counter so I would remember to eat it tomorrow.
Finally, Time to Savor the Mango
I walked into the kitchen excited to eat my mango. I did everything else I needed to do in the kitchen first. They took a knife and began to peel the mango. The smell, still luscious, filled the air. As I turned the mango to peel its other half, I noticed black spots covered the skin. That part of the fruit had spoiled. “Oh, bother! Well, at least I can eat this other section of the mango,” I thought glumly.
Most of the mango spoiled. I took the remnants and sat down to savor my two bites of mango. They were luscious and flavorful!
And then I sat there, looking at the waste in the trash and feeling so sad that because of procrastination, I missed savoring the whole fruit. It beckoned me and promised it would satisfy. I knew it would be satisfyingly delicious, but was too busy. I missed out.
And then I awoke—hungry for mango.
I mulled over several interpretations as I laid in bed, craving mangos. These two ideas prevailed the most:
Wherefore, do not spend money for that which is of no worth, nor your . Hearken diligently unto me, and remember the words which I have spoken; and come unto the Holy One of Israel, and for that which cannot upon that which perisheth not, neither can be corrupted, and let your soul delight in fatness.
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I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I have moved 64 times and have not tired of experiencing this beautiful earth! I love the people, languages, histories/anthropologies, & especially religious cultures of the world. My life long passion is the study & searching out of religious symbolism, specifically related to ancient & modern temples. My husband Anthony and I love our bulldog Stig, adventures, traveling, movies, motorcycling, and time with friends and family.