Food

Steaks and roasted potatoes and bread and green beans and chocolate mousse–you can’t forget the chocolate mousse. And then little homemade pumpkin bars all packaged up to take home…

My family has been shaken to the core. We are going to make it, because we serve a mighty wonderful God who carries us in every season of life, but we are hurting. And I, as the mother that I am, can’t help but cook, and feed.

Food is a powerful means of communication. In every culture, food means nurturing. Food means “I am there for you.” Who would have ever thought that food can mean “I am proud of you?”

Food means that life goes on.

Pizza with pesto and feta cheese… Hmmm…

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3 comments

  1. I find it funny that the place my family spend the most time together is in the kitchen surrounded by cooking, eating, sharing food and each other. I'm sad you're hurting but am praying and trusting in God who holds all things together and gives such comfort. I love you guys! – Verity

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