Monday’s Musings on Thursday-Food From Heaven

Can’t seem to get the hang of that Monday Musing thing. Okay, though. Blogs happen all week, don’t they?

Right now, I’m sitting with my feet propped up on a retro chaise lounge in the most famous coffee shop in the world. Big Band music plays in the background while a plethora of people order $4 cups of coffee as if that were normal. So what am I doing here? I haven’t ordered my $4 coffee,… yet. For now, I’m cashing in on the Christmas gift card that I’ve milked (no pun intended) until almost the 4th of July.

Sometimes, a person (that’s me) has to go away from home to really think. That is exactly what I’m doing today. It’s a think-write day.

My thinking has led to writing. So for today’s blog, I’d like to share with you how I spent my Monday Musing night. I’ve been meeting with a group of young women between the ages of 18-26. We plan a vague menu the week before and then spend time together cooking. This past Monday, we chose Chimichangas, Mexican rice, salsa and cake. Nicole, a newly-married woman, demonstrated the chimis and rice, while Shannon, the almost-college-graduate brought a small cake and iced it with buttercream frosting. She pulled out several metal tools from a tote that resembled a Martha Stewart original and constructed pink frosting roses.

I drooled.

I love the cooking part, but I love the part of the evening that we spend together after we cook, eat, and clean up the best. We talk about the Lord—Jesus, that is. We share how He is working in our lives, and how we want to know Him better. We pray together and hold each other accountable.

The young women share their successes and struggles. I share too, but my sharing is different. I can look back on 51 years of struggles. I testify to God’s grace and I’m transparent about my sin. I recount the amazing way that God took my sin and mistakes and turned them into His victories.

I love to interact with these young women who are passionate about the Lord. It’s an encouragement to me and I hope that I’m a blessing to them. It’s an eternal investment for all of us. Kind of like, food from heaven.

The meal was great and the cake with the pink roses tasty, but the fellowship was the sweetest of all.

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