Life is like a vending machine

Everyday we are constantly giving of ourselves We expend our energies to serve God and provide for our families, enhance our lifestyles, and live the American dream of doing whatever it is that we want I see it as a vending machine We take what we have to offer, and slide it in the coin slot of life and then press our desired selection and wait for it to be delivered to us.

Sometimes we don’t hear the clankety clank of the coins falling to the tray The coins get jammed Life can seem like that sometimes We give and nothing happens because it’s all jammed up? This is followed by banging on the vending machine or just walking away in despair because there we’re all out of change Life has a way of getting jammed up.

There are other times everything seems to be working fine, but the unthinkable happens The spiral thing starts spinning inching our merchandise closer…closer…and right before it makes a cliff dive, it gets stuck This also is followed by vandalism Life has a way of being deceptive.

The last is the one I hate the most You put your money in and make your selection for a Coca Cola, and to your dismay, a Sams Club Root Beer, or a Diet Coke appears in the tray This also can cause violent reactions in people Life has a way of giving you a flavor you didn’t ask for.

Bottom line, life is not always fair There have been many a day life’s vending machine has eaten my change or given me the wrong flavor or dropped the bottom out of a deal Every day we encounter things that are not particularly pleasing to us What do we do? We can go into a rage and beat the tar out of the machine, or sit and cry about it, or keep trying and live life to its fullest.

Life’s idiosyncrasies can either make us or break us How do you handle life’s vending machine? I know what I do when the machine eats my change, I find the guy with the key to give me what I paid for. ? Who has the key to life’s vending machine? God of course.