Chocolate Cake is My Favorite

  This was recently posted somewhere and I loved it. It describes perfectly how I feel in my life. I really, really hope someday I get my chocolate cake. It is my favorite, after all.

"Imagine yourself dressed up in your finest clothes. You and your sweet husband are attending a dinner
together in one of the nicest restaurants in town. You both have planned, waited and saved for this evening.
To say the least, you are very excited! You and your husband arrive and the atmosphere is more than you
expected. Everyone around you is having a good time. The chandeliers are sparkling, candles are glowing and
sweet soft music is playing in the background. To your pleasant surprise you see others there you know. You
are seated with them and in your heart you think there just couldn't be anything better!

The table is just exquisite. Breathtaking really. The people at your table begin to talk to you in jolly
conversation. You glance at the menu and you don't even know where to begin! You look over everything slowly
and carefully, especially the dessert menu! All of your life you have been hearing about this restaurant's
marvellous and divine desserts. Deep in your heart, you have been looking forward to enjoying dessert the
most!

Everyone at your table orders their food. For dessert they all order chocolate cake. You think, "Hey that
sounds perfect. I'll have chocolate cake too please."

The waiter nods in approval and quickly swifts off to put in your order. In the meantime, you are still
enjoying the surroundings, the music and the company. You grab your husband's hand and sigh "Yes, life just
couldn't get any better."

The food comes and everything looks just pleasing. Some of the things you tasted you really love, some of the
things you didn't. Either way, you know that dessert is on its way. That thought in and of itself is just
exciting! Then you see him, your waiter! Your wonderful, blessed waiter with a silver tray full of plates of
chocolate cake! He comes and starts handing out plates to those you know. You look at the cake and to put it
simply, it looks just divine. You're even more excited now! The waiter comes to your side and then passes
you and your husband. You are shocked and think there must be some mistake. you don't know what to do, but
rather than make a fuss you think, "Just wait, I will get my chocolate cake soon too."

Those that have their dessert are going on and on about how amazing the taste is. You smile, you are truly
happy for them. Deep down you are anxious and their feelings only feed your curiosity and desire. Then you
see the waiter again and think, "Ahhh, here he is." You notice that he starts handing out seconds and thirds
to those that have already had their piece of cake. Your husband doesn't notice, he's busy chatting with the fellow next to him! Deep down though you get a sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. You know something is wrong, something is very, very wrong.

You ask the waiter, "Excuse me please. Where is my chocolate cake that I ordered"? The waiter just replies,
"The baker has said that you must wait." He rushes off and not another word is said. Time goes on. You still
enjoy the surroundings, the people and the conversations. All the while though, you can't get chocolate cake
out of your mind. Time keeps creeping by and soon your husband notices too, "Where is our dessert?" You hold
his hand and look into his loving eyes and think, "Even without chocolate cake, life is still good."

Time, however, creeps and it creeps. At moments it seems like it has even stopped. It's getting late and
people are noticing you haven't received your dessert yet. Questions start arising and you just don't know
how to respond. You look around other tables and notice that people are also getting their third, fourth and
fifth servings of dessert. "Why" is all you have to lean upon.

You notice that others have ordered things for dessert besides chocolate cake. There is cherry pie, brownie
ice cream sundaes, raspberry cheesecakes and such. They seem just as pleased, if not more pleased with their
desserts and you wonder, "Should I order cherry pie too"? You talk to the waiter and he simply says, "I'm
sorry ma'am, you just need to be patient and wait."

You are starting to burn inside. Despite all of your best efforts you are beginning to boil. You really want
to jump on top of the table and stomp while shouting, "Where is my chocolate cake?" You don't though because
you know that will get you no where! Instead you look around and notice that there are some that are
refusing their chocolate cake. "It will make me fat" one says. "Ugh. I have enough already" another states.
One woman, simply dumps her beautiful chocolate cake onto the floor.

As you look deeper around you, you notice there are a few others that are waiting too. Your heart goes out to
them. You smile and wish there was something more you could do. You know their pain and it hurts. It really
hurts.

Finally, the waiter comes and he has chocolate cake on that familiar beautiful silver platter...and he has
enough for two. One for your husband and one for you! Your so elated with joy that you can't hardly stand
it!!! You tell everyone at your table and they are just as happy for you. "We knew it would happen" they say.
"You just needed to relax"! Little did they know that deep inside relaxing was the last thing you were
feeling! You look at your husband. Tears are in both of your eyes. You carefully take a taste. It's such
sweet, sweet perfection. You go to take another and just before you do the waiter comes and gently takes your
plates away. "Something is wrong" he says. "Don't worry my dear, the time is soon."

There's confusion. Sadness. Anger. Above all though, you are just deeply and truly heartbroken. Heartbroken
to the very core. You don't know what to do. You turn to others for support. They cry with you and too ask
why. You take a deep breath and find the strength to go on. You have been given the promise that you will
receive dessert. It is just not understood as to when. You decide to put your full trust in the baker. You
reach far inside within yourself and find the effort to ask your husband to dance.

He looks at you and smiles..."Yes, I would love to dance with you my dear one." You both get up, leave the
table and set off to dance.

As you are dancing, you get your bearings. You again begin to notice your surroundings. The beautiful
surroundings that have so magically grabbed your attention in the first place. You remember the music, the
sounds, the smell of the sweet flowers. You breath. That's all you can do. You breath and slowly begin to
enjoy the moment again. Slowly, it all comes back to you. The things you love. Being with the person you love
the most. The pains you have just felt are still there. Still vulnerable, but you feel life again. Yes, life
is still good.

After quite a few dances, you both decide it's time to sit at your table. People still have their desserts
and their chocolate cakes. Your space is still empty. You decide, however, to really focus on those around
you. In doing so you find more joy. The desire for dessert is still there- but it's manageable. Time moves on.

Then suddenly, out of nowhere, your waiter appears. He has the biggest smile on his face. He is pleased to
announce that you and your husband's dessert is finally here!! Your heart wells up with joy, but you're
afraid too. You ask the waiter, "Will you take it away"? "No, this one was made especially for you."

You smile back, hardly believing that this could be true or real. You look at it and it's not a dessert you
have ever seen before. It's then that you realize that the baker has made a dessert with all of your favorite
colors and flavors. Careful detail was lovingly taken into every consideration. "How did He know that this
is exactly what I wanted"? The waiter just smiles and says, "Because he knows and loves you." If you look,
you can see him there. You look and at the door, through the little round window you see a gentle man with
tears in his eyes. He is grinning from ear to ear and looking at you and your husband. You can't hardly see
anymore because of all of the happy tears. You whisper a big "Thank You" and in your heart you feel that this
simple phrase will never be enough.

You look at the people around you, they too have tears in their eyes. They too are smiling from ear to ear.
Everything is so precious and tender now- even more so than when you first arrived here. It's then that you
learn that the pains you have felt all along the way. The waiting, the crying, the agony. It's all been a
special recipe to make this moment this much more wonderful and sacred.

In your soul you take a deep breath and slowly let out a big sigh of gratitude.