The Secret Life of a Butcher

Back in the day when  person wanted meat they would go to their local butcher. (Some people still do) They would ask the butcher to help them see the meat of the best quality, flavor, etc. The butcher would help them and they would happily go on their way. If the butcher did good work they would return for the same favor again and again. 

Now, you may be asking yourself. What on earth does a butcher have to do with anything. Let me explain how I am blessed to be a butcher of sorts in my own life. 

It turns out that men still need help to find their meat. Yes ladies I apologize, but in this analogy you are being compared to a piece of meat. Often these men come to my "butcher shop" or my home seeking help to find the correct flavor or taste of meat. I carefully listen to what they need and then assist them in finding and securing their flavor. 

Most of the time, this butcher like lifestyle is actually quite rewarding. When it works out and the meat and the carnivore find they match everyone ends up happily. Not to brag, but sometimes my "butcher shop" turns into a wedding shop and a different kind of meet is found. 

However, there are those times when the carnivore at the counter is desperately seeking a new meet and the butcher has less then a desire to help them search. This generally happens when the butcher herself is looking for meat. Continually I find myself being the helper that leads them to other meat even though I have my own unique flavor. In moments it can be discouraging and disheartening. Lets just say that it is not always fun to be the butcher when a man comes in looking for meat. 

I guess my main point in this rant is a reminder to myself and all of us that no matter how much meat is around us, or how many men talk to the butcher but only see the meat, we are not over looked by God. He sees who we are and knows our unique flavor. As long as we do our best. One day he will help someone to see the value of the butcher. 

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