Intermixed among my Mom’s recipe clippings are hints and sayings that she also must have found important. Here is one I remember.
My church is serving dinner at the local soup kitchen today. I have made a batch of soup. Local churches and other organizations take turns serving a Sunday evening dinner and providing all the necessary items. This is love in action. People are served food because they show up and are hungry. No vetting necessary.
This church organizes the meal to be served. Another church I used to attend made it more of a potluck. Either way, it feels good to do this. And instead of thinking that is a bad thing to do something like this because it feels good, the end result is that people get fed. People feel cared for.
The ladies put together “soup kits” for those of us who chose to cook.
The cook supplied the ground beef and 1 teaspoon of salt.
Thanksgiving is just around the corner. I am thankful that my children, all of them, will be home altogether for our Wednesday evening Family Feast of Steak and Cake. (I just came up with that name this year.) I have a lot more that I can be thankful for: a job, a wonderful loving husband, the faith instilled in me by my parents, a car, a home, supportive friends and family, a beautiful granddaughter, and much more. And I have a fridge full of food and plenty to eat.
Thank God for dirty dishes, they have a tale to tell.
While other folks go hungry, we’re eating very well.
With health, and hope, and happiness, we shouldn’t want to fuss.
For by this stack of evidence, God’s very good to us!
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That’s the sweetest poem over! Do you know if Grandma wrote it herself?
The author is unknown.