“Then Jesus declared, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never go hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.” ~ John 6:35
As I step into her kitchen I am enveloped in warmth that extends far beyond physical temperature. Heat from the stove fills this room, but my heart and soul are warmed here, too. Mom’s kitchen is where everyone gathers…where we all want to be; not only to snatch a freshly baked cookie as it cools, or swipe a finger around the rim of a bowl, but because the talk here is easier…familiar…harkening back to younger days when we all lived together as a family. Comfortable and safe, nurturing and nourishing, this is where love is spoken and laughter is shared. The fragrances and atmosphere of this kitchen speak “home” to my soul more than any other place in the world. The air is alive with joy and feels like a warm hug as it wraps me in sweet and savory scents: yeasty homemade bread dough rising on the counter, a pan of turkey and dressing roasting in the oven, homemade cranberry chutney slowly simmering on the stove, and spicy pumpkin pies cooling on the window ledge. This was my Mom’s symphony of love for her family. I remember it like it was yesterday…
Her swift and efficient movements, flushed face and concentrated expression might put off an outsider, but our family recognized it as her way to express the love she felt for each of us. She was a no-nonsense woman who took very seriously the full-time job of running her home like a well-oiled machine. She was happy to let you “lick the spoon” and would leave a cookie sheet full of baked pie crust remnants as a treat on the table, the flaky crunch of savory pastry making us want just one more. If anyone said they didn’t like something on the table, she was quick to tell them it was only because they hadn’t tasted hers yet!
She was the administrator of discipline, the giver of goodness, the source of wisdom, and quite frequently, the comedienne of the group; quick-witted, sharp-tongued and spiritually-aware. Hers was a salt & light approach. She was the not-so-quiet influence that fed us, got us to church, and reminded us we’d better straighten up, or else… without being “preachy” about it.
I’m sure God’s kitchen is much more efficient now that she’s there…at least, she would tell you it is.
Prayer: Father, how can we ever thank you for all of the blessings you have given us? There are so many we take for granted, and probably many more that we are not even aware of. But for those we do recognize, we thank you with deepest gratitude. Thank you for giving us people to love us, and for making it possible for us to know you and love you, personally. Thank you for filling our lives with love, joy, peace, hope, wisdom, strength, encouragement, and truth. Most of all, we thank you for your Son and the debt he paid for us on the cross. Everything we have comes from you, Lord, and we give it all back to you right now for your honor and glory. Help us find opportunities to pass on your blessings to others in this season of Thanksgiving. We love you and praise you in Jesus’ name, amen.
“Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” ~ 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18
“Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever.” ~ Psalm 107:1
“He told the crowd to sit down on the ground. When he had taken the seven loaves and given thanks, he broke them and gave them to his disciples to distribute to the people, and they did so.” ~ Mark 8:6
“But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.” ~ 1 Corinthians 15:57