Two weeks ago was one of the most beautiful sky-weeks I have ever seen. One morning, as I was looking up at the sky and it was as if I was looking at the underside of a blanket.
As I was basking in the glorious morning sky, a thought came into my mind. If God is able to cover up the whole earth in clouds, to quench all the earth’s thirst and satisfy its hunger, why do we not trust that he will able to provide for our daily needs?
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It was a few Saturdays ago when I had nothing to eat and nothing in the fridge for quick salvation.
I’m single, I work a lot, my fridge is practically empty most the time. My freezer, however, is always full of frozen vegetables, milk, cheese and other things that save me in that one-two months that I may not go to the supermarket.
Yes, I’m not a fan of going to the supermarket.
I did, however, have inspiration (the magical ingredient), some leftover cheeses that I usually love to integrate into my “emergency cooking” and some black olives my sister gave me.
So that early afternoon Saturday way back when was delightfully spent making up my own what’s-in-the-fridge-lasagna recipe (don’t you love spontaneous recipes?).
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I don’t write nearly as much as I should and I don’t cook as much as I’d like.
I always loved writing, the way that every jot and tittle got together to make a letter, then a word, then a sentence and then a story. How can ink and some paper describe somebody’s life? But it does.
To me, writing is a natural extension of my “artistic” disposition, it doesn’t matter whether I use images, words, wool or food, it is all for the same purpose. What I am really doing is letting me out and letting you in. Everything about me defines who I am and to me, there is a lot to words. They are much like tools; if they are used correctly you could easily extract who I am.
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