A.k.a: To whom much is given, much is expected. Dear Lord, I'm so sorry for the poor steward that I've been. You have blessed us with such abundant foodstuffs, and I haven't organized or taken care of them--indeed, I've taken their availablity for granted--for years. Forgive me this sin, Lord. I know others go hungry each day. Thank You for my daily bread. I pray that You would bless the hungry and the poor, and that You would help me to see all my clutter for what it is: sin. Thank You most awesome God. It's in Jesus' name I pray. Amen.
Friends, I was expecting to write a cheeky post about how much I hate cleaning and how reorganizing this pantry took hours of my precious time. But then, it hit me. This is food. A necessity for all of us. Yet I took this necessity and put my own spin of
un-, dis-, in- lack of appreciation by actually
being pissed feeling frustrated and angry that I can't see what I have and "don't have anything to make for dinner". Shame on me. Thank You Lord for conviction and healing. May it extend to the other areas of my life which I continue to collect and take for granted/use inadequate stewardship. Amen.
Let's be clear though: Nobody had better mess with the labeling, sorting, and stacking piece of pristine near-perfection that is my pantry. Oh, I kid. That's why there are pictures. So we can all remember when.
She wanted the "Vanna" shot, but I think this is more indicative of everyone's surprise and glee.
She wanted the "Vanna" shot, but I think this is more indicative of everyone's surprise and glee.
