It started out as a simple lunch idea with quite a hint from my dear roommate, aka: Momma. Her next to the last day of radiation treatments for breast cancer found me willing to step up to the stove and find a way to nourish her worn out soul. She took over the meal planning several years back when we invited her to live with us after the death of my Daddy. I welcomed a delicious change in menus as you see, she is a fabulous cook! My childhood recollections and visits home after marriage proved one thing true: She is a master with a stove!
It was a bit of a transition for me from meat loafs and mashed potatoes to chicken and dumplings with fried okra, but to be honest my waistband can attest to the amount of fussing I made over letting go of the day to day preparations and cleaning up after the meal was finished. You see, it was my chore to do the dishes most nights after our family of five finished eating while I was growing up. Since both of my parents came from farm living cooks, it simply would not be right to exist on boxed macaroni! Not with a hungry family to feed.
Her hints at each meal fell on deaf ears for several months until one day she left some frozen chicken on the counter for me to fix while she was at her radiation appointment. Truth be told I simply did not feel like cooking but the all knowing look of love on her beautiful face won me over! After a year of grieving for my husband my heart realized joy in the simple desire to fix something delicious to share with my Mother. It occurred to me that she was teaching me once again to take yet another step toward the of healing my soul after the loss of my husband and his brother within a 12 month span of time.
I found myself humming while I chopped up the salad fixin's and made the decision to combine mayonnaise with sour cream for a tart but delicious mixture for the fruit. Then I simply opened an already prepared frozen chicken dinner and warmed it up in a skillet! I can hear my cooking friends gasp as I type, but truth is I have kind'a lost my touch as a cook. My efforts were enjoyed by my dear Momma. She know I prepared the meal with hands of love. Just seeing the smile on her lovely face filled my heart with joy.
Sharing our love truly is a matter of the heart. Every little act of kindness flows from a grateful spirit. At times I find myself desiring to reach out and boldly hold on to the hearts of those who need to be loved and nourished with the hope only found in the scriptures. We are never alone!
The bible speaks of friendship in this verse found in Ecclesiastes 4: 9-10; Two are better than one, because they have good return for their labor; if one falls down, the other can help the other up. But pity the one who falls down and has no one to help them up. Find hope in these promises friends. For because of Jesus great love for us, we are truly provided for.
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