Saturday, January 27, 2007

Thanks Be to God for the Local Church

There is a dried soup mix from Great Harvest Bakery sitting on our kitchen counter that reminds me daily what a wonderful thing the local church is.

Ever since Mrs. D, our personal Food Network at the D house, began her painful odyssey from a skating accident through wrist surgery and recovery, it looked like meal generation was largely going to fall into the less-than-capable hands of the resident curmudgeon. A week and a half ago on our school group field trip to Great Harvest Bakery, I picked up that soup mix with the complimentary bag of dinner rolls, thinking it was something I could handle for that evening's meal.

It's still on the counter. Why? Because of the local church. Which one? The one comprised of a whole group of dear Christian family and friends who keep showing up (unsolicited, coordinated "only" by love and the Holy Spirit) with generous (and better) meals. And, I should add, the hard work and burgeoning skills of the resident D kids.

It's now a running joke. "OK dad, when are we gonna make that soup?" We will sooner or later. Maybe Mrs. D will do it. She could one-hand it into shape better than I can with two.

But thanks to all of you (you know who you are) who have been so unbelievably kind.

2 comments:

Linda said...

And, it's not just food for the body that has arrived.

It's food for the soul, as well.

We have received fresh flowers, a huge basket of bulbs (the daffodils and crocuses are adding cheer to our house today), phone calls, cards in the mail, e-mails (from all over the world), visits from friends.

Yes, we are blessed and we thank you for your gifts of encouragement and prayers.

Linda said...

So, Mr. D and I are at the grocery store this about 4:30 this afternoon after stopping at the attached TCF bank. He's planning on making the soup and I am wondering if there is time before Tim has to go to Boy Scouts. We decide on buying some chow mein since we had rice at home. We are in the "chow mein aisle" when my cell phone in my purse begins to ring. It is our friend Jerry whose son was at our house saying, "I'm bringing over a pizza for your supper." Unreal. God is good.