cooking, feeding, loving
This evening I am grateful for the ordinary blessing of feeding my family a nourishing meal. This blessing is one that, too often, can be perceived as a chore.
I had clean water to boil for pasta, clean water to wash vegetables, and more clean water to drink. My kitchen has the conveniences of a stove and indoor plumbing. (I confess I usually complain about my electric stove, and I covet a gas one. With so many neighbors lacking electricity—well, my stove is a privilege.) We all could eat two helpings of dinner, and there were oatmeal raisin cookies for dessert.
The food we ate came from a local grocery store, and I had the luxury of driving there in a car to buy the food. I am thankful for the hands that grew the food, the laborers who picked the vegetables and who work long, hard days. I am thankful for the store clerks, who stand on their feet for long hours and who usually are very courteous.
At the table, I sat across from my daughter and heard stories about her day at school. Listening to her laughter and enjoying her company, I feel tremendously fortunate.
Cleaning up after the meal, I could turn on the faucet for fresh, hot water. Soap is plentiful. Tomorrow, God willing, I will be able to repeat this process once again.
May I not take these privileges for granted. May I be encouraged to work for justice so that these gifts are more widely available to others.