If you haven't noticed, I've been kind of a wreck lately. The last two mornings, I spent 15 minutes looking at recipes and then promptly announced to Tim that I was quitting lunch duty. Sometimes Corn Flakes will do just fine. I think I've been mostly overwhelmed by the whole house business since our housekeeper is on vacation this week. "Keeping house" is a tremendous undertaking when my house is 1/2 outdoors in a desert, the paint falls off the walls daily, I'm the dishwasher, and we have about 120 lbs of dogs. It does take her 24 hours/week after all.
Point being, I already knew God was up to something funny (and good) when I woke up this morning energized to plan a week's meals. It was a total 180. Tim and I made our way to the Barranca market and bought bags and bags of fresh vegetables, cheese, chicken, etc. It's been at least 6 weeks since I was last so organized and inspired by food.
I really didn't have this kind of energy in me, but I think God knew I was even less qualified to deal with food scarcity this week. As if all He's done for me-- awakening me to a new life, dying for my failures and rebellions, filling me with joy and purpose and peace-- wasn't enough, now this. It's the cherry on top of a really delicious banana split. It must sound like I'm trivializing and kitch-ifying God's grace, but I mean it: I'm so grateful today for a pantry full of food.
