I am Content with Mud Pies

Some of you closest to me (who read my last post) kidded me about not growing my "container" any bigger. I want you to know, loved ones, that I am not offended...

...and after crying quietly in my pillow for the last few nights I am here to say I will attempt to grow my spiritual container bigger and work harder at reducing my physical container.

OK now for seriousness...
I am content with mud pies.

It's true, as I said in our last time together, I do not recognize much of the blessings God is bestowing on me, but CS Lewis reminded me that I really don't truly understand the rewards promised to me plainly in God's Word either!
He writes in his work, The Weight of Glory:

"If we consider the unblushing promises of rewards promised in the Gospels, it would seem that our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased."

I need to wash up and find my sea legs. How about you?