If I have painted a picture of myself in this blog as a tireless working wife and mother of three who cooks well and bakes and plans meals and never has overflowing hampers and has taken a bath daily for the last 17 years, I apologize. I am a liar.
I do not have it all together. And there are countless days when I am on my way home from work without a clue about what I’m going to feed my brood in two hours. I may have run red lights trying to figure this out, I don’t know.
And then God does His sweet, precious “Therefore do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’….I know you need these things” (Matthew 6:31-32) and has my mother-in-law call me and tell me to pass by her house on the way home because she made an extra batch of spaghetti or something. The Lord has provided grace and relief in this area for me in the form of this wonderful woman who never stops moving when she’s in a kitchen.
I love them so.