"Why, Ducky, "Y"?"

The biweekly trip to the Big City, (a relative term used by small-town people going anywhere with three times the population), yielded the five pound bag of Shredded Fiesta Cheese lying on the kitchen table.

The sticker tells me it's five different kinds of cheese. It's also the cheapest cheese when bought in “pillow case” size.  The first morning sip of the Elixir of Knowledge has me hearing a "Walter Mitty" conversation between custodians at the cheese factory.

"Look at this mess. You think they could make a shredder that gets it all in the bags."

"It's like a pinata factory blew up."

"Juan, you're a genius!  Sweep everything into the corner.  I'll get some bags.  And we’ll need a catchy name for the suits upstairs."

Three steps later I stare into the refrigerator like Joseph, Mary, and the donkey looking for room.  A Jello cup might make it through the maze to nest on top of the eggs. Maybe.

My second sip of The Elixir brings up “The Law of Refrigerators: Price equals Cubic Feet".

And "Cheap equals Cubic Inches".

My eyes flip from table to fridge, table to fridge, giving me something to do as I sip the Elixir of Knowledge. The seventh sip births an idea.

I grab of fistful of sandwich bags, a measuring cup, and the kitchen scissors.  I hover over the sandbag of cheese.  How do I do this?

Without a second thought, I cut the top corners in at an angle to the middle line then straight down to the other end. Huh. Why did I do that?

Then it hits me.

That's the "Y-Cut" Ducky uses on "NCIS".

Ducky, (Dr. Mallard, ME/Coroner) uses that cut to examine the victims, always to determine a murder that is relayed, (after a dramatic pause), to a scowling Gibbs.

I take a long pull of The Elixir.  Huh.  That's true, I guess.  Another law.  This one's for those of us who follow His direction, wanting to make a difference but wondering if our work - our gifts - matter.

There's a quote pinned to the wall in my office, (okay-okay, "spare bedroom/storage room"…it’s a little house), which I've used before.  It's by Longfellow.

"Give what you have; to someone it may be better than you dare to think."

Like five loaves and two fishes.

Or a cup of cool water.

What we do makes a difference.  A difference we probably won't know until we're home and He shows us.

So.  I'll keep on trusting Him, throwing my work, my gift, out into the world because He's telling me to.

And I think that’s true for you and your gift. So keep flinging, you called and gifted one.

"Y"?

You never know what'll stick.