Tempted

We went out to McDonald's today before running to the grocery store.

I so very much wanted french fries...oh the torture I endured just walking into the establishment.

Not three steps in and a woman walks past me with an entire tray filled with french fries... an.entire.tray!

So my husband and I step up to the cashier and are greeted with, "What can I get you?"

My husband says with a snicker, "We'd like a tray of fries, please..."

The woman was a bit confused and I neverminded what my husband said and started to order...

"I'll have the five piece chicken strips please..."

"The meal?"

"No, just the strips..."

My husband says, "Oh just get the meal...it's okay..."

(He hates to see me suffer... and I really am suffering!)

I continue, "...oh ok. The meal, please....no, just the strips...no, the meal...no! really, just the strips...yes, just the strips..."

The woman says, "it doesn't really matter, the five piece chicken strips come with a free drink and free fries today anyways..."

So needless to say, despite my efforts to not order them, fries...hot, salty, beautiful fries, were placed upon our tray.

And I'll have you know...I didn't eat a single fry! I let them sit on the tray...neglected, and lonely ....without any fry adoration....without any sweet nothings whispered to each delicate morsel of fried potato splendor...

It was hard to do.

I came so.close.to.caving.

I came so.close.to.giving.in.to.temptation.

I even asked my husband, "So, how would one repent should they give in to what they gave up during Lent..." as I eyed that gorgeous red container that was holding the layered sticks of potato goodness.

"Lots and lots of praying...go on, why don't you just eat them...I got you ketchup and extra salt packets just like you like...."

"No, I...am...not...giving...in....Didn't Jesus ever falter?"

"No."

"Hrmph. I really want those fries. I won't eat them though..."

And I didn't eat them.