We continue to pack things up for the move. I was sorting through things in BJ's room, actually his closet, when I came across something I did not expect to find.

BJ and I shared a love for two or three desserts. Whipped cream topped the list. I know whipped cream is not a dessert for many people by itself, but it certainly was for the two of us. We also thought of it as a separate food group. It can be consumed at any time. I prefer it straight out of the Redi-Whip can. He liked Cool Whip tubs, the big ones.

We would often try to eat each others whipped cream off of the others dessert when they were not looking. Success was grounds for all out war. We weren't usually successful, however, as we both knew the other was going to try.

I used to order extra whipped cream on shakes at a local drive through. Apparently I ate their too often, as after the 3rd time, they started charging extra for it. How rude is that? I was a faithful customer up to that little development.

Beej would spoon out dollops of the fluffy white delight into bowls and eat it like ice cream (which he didn't like much). It wasn't necessary to have had a meal to have a bowl. It was pretty much okay as snack food too.

You know people have taken notice of your particular eccentricities when they invite you over for dinner, or perhaps at church small group meetings, and they make it a point to let you know where to find the necessary "spray can." Of course, my mother would not be very proud as I empty part of the cans contents into my open hand and then do what comes naturally (for me, not her).

Anyway, as I was going through his closet and sorting out his nintendo and x-box game equipment, I came across something we apparently didn't have in common. A box of chocolates from... I'm not sure... maybe Valentines Day 2005? That is a long time to have chocolate around. It would not have made it that long in my closet. It would not have made it TO my closet, come to think of it.

Why did he hide it in his closet? If you don't like it, share it, or throw it away secretly or something. Stowing something this rich in your closet is... well it's just wrong! Maybe he was savoring it. You know, using discretion in eating it - there were 6 or 7 pieces missing. Nah! Not BJ.

As I write this, another thought occurs to me. Also found in his closet are a light, a bean bag chair, and many books. I just wonder if maybe he was literally spending time praying and reading in his closet (as the Word says). As a matter of fact, I even remember finding him in there one time, doing so. I had truly forgotten this.

You know, maybe a box of chocolate in my closet isn't such a bad idea. Anything that gets me to spend more time praying and seeking God cannot be a bad thing!

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