Dead smack in the center sat a huge dining table whose thick and ornate mohaganony legs peaked from underneath layers of yummy soft silk table dressings. Boy, his guests are in for a treat! From delicate and delicious soups, to hearty and tender meats, the Devil had an evening of succulent munching planned for all.
Bewildered and intimidated, his honored guest filed into the inner chamber and sat down at the beautiful and delicious meal. The pretty coordination delighted their eyes, and the hellish pit that ravished their stomaches made room for the incoming delectables. The horn sounded off, and the heavy velvet curtains that led to the kitchen was drown. A server for every guest stood in waiting for the royal "go ahead" of your Highness Himself.
All eyes landed on Lucifer, as he walked to his throne at the head of the table. How beautiful he was with his perching and illuminating eyes, creamy skin, and sexy wavy hair. He too, was adorned in his finest clothing and obnoxious bobbles and charms. He placed both elbows one the table and clasped his hands together, signaling to the wait staff that the festivities were now beginning.
Out came the waiters, rows and rows of them. They surrounded the table and greeted each guest kindly and handed each one a nine foot pitch fork. "You may now all dig in," Lucifer chuckled loudly to his guests.
The guests pick up their pitch forks and proceeded to dine, but none, not a one, could get the huge forks to feed their hungry mouths. They stood up, sat down, twisted and tweaked, but the forks would not serve them.
One evening turned into a day and days turned into weeks. Each of them with their forks starving within the sea of abundance.
During the same time, God had thrown a dinner party, too. God's party décor, and party outfit had slight variations from Luficer's, but the beauty and the abundance of tasty food, were all the same.
God placed both elbows one the table and clasped his/her hands together, signaling to the wait staff that the festivities were now beginning.
Out came the waiters, rows and rows of them. They surrounded the table and greeted each guest kindly and handed each one nine foot pitch fork. "You may now all dig in," God chuckled loudly to his/her guests.
The guests pick up their pitch forks and proceeded to dine, but none, not a one, could get the huge forks to feed their hungry mouths. They stood up, sat down, twisted and tweaked, but the forks would not serve them.
One evening turned into a day and days turned into weeks. Each of them with their forks starving within the sea of abundance. But as the weeks floated by, one of the guests had a bright idea. She put down her fork and tapped the shoulder of her table mate, and whispered the idea in her ear. Her table mate face glowed in relief and grace with the idea, as she passed the message around the table.
One by one, the guest heard the message, and delight and joy filled the festivities once again. They picked up their pitch forks, and instead of feeding themselves, they stood back, and feed each other.
Heaven and hell is what we do to our minds, and what we do to one another. When we turn to each other, when we reach to each other, abundance will feed us all until we are all full.
About the Author
Keesha Mayes is the CEO and founder of Mayes Communications LLC. which is the holder of Coach K! Talk Radio Show for Women, Time Smart Web Design and Conscious Moms @ Work Business Coaching Services for mothers. Visit her at:
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