Tuesday December 23rd, 2008
My daughters tear into the bowl of Christmas cookies and ice cream I put in front of them. There are chocolate drips down chins, red and green sprinkles scattered and sticky little fingers. They consume their treat as if they’ve never been fed.
They are voracious.
However, if I put a plate of potatoes, vegetables and barbeque 
chicken on the table the scene changes. They’ll pick, nibble at the meat, never touch the corn and sniff the potatoes. They hunger for the edges of life, not the everyday.
chicken on the table the scene changes. They’ll pick, nibble at the meat, never touch the corn and sniff the potatoes. They hunger for the edges of life, not the everyday.
Both of my girls consume life like it was a bowl of chocolate chip ice cream and candy cane cookies. They devour days at the park and feast on roller coaster afternoons. They love a trip to the carousel and are ravenous for a rainy-day living room tent. They eat up life well and then dab the corners of their mouths girlishly when they are through.
I’m learning to hunger for life like them. To them, everything is new and shiny and there seems to be an adventure everywhere. To me, the same things are dull and burdened with details and what-ifs. I run out of ideas whereas they are always up for something we’ve never done before.
They are teaching me to see the same things with new eyes and to try to consume life with the same hunger they have.
I am learning voracity for reading and for friend-making. I am learning voracity for the quiet of life and the value in simplicity. I am learning how to hunger for laughter as if it fed my soul.
2008 has taught me to be thirsty for this difficult, amazing, tear-filled wonderful life I’ve been given.
(I had to consult my self-educated, community-college – however brilliant – husband for the definition of this word because somehow I forgot. He proceeded to give me synonyms and practically the etymology of the word. Thanks, Chad, for humbling me. And apparently according to him I should have known it because I am “certified” in words. I’m not.)
beautiful. well written. awesome sarah.
i love this series and i love the pictures you have posted with each letter.
this series is definitely making me look at some “heart” issues and take a deeper look at who i am.
thank you for doing this friend.
i haven’t done much with voracity as of late. i need to mull this over…