I should have taken pictures from the beginning.
But I never would have suspected how things would unfold.
The Tuesday I began this little adventure, an email was sent out from our church. Six large decorated sheet cakes had been donated to our church from Sam’s Club. If anyone wanted one, we were simply to speak up… first come, first serve. I called the church and picked up the cake after work. I had no idea how huge it would be. Then again, I also had no idea how many kids were coming over for dinner. They smiled when they saw that huge cake.
The next week I got a phone call on a Monday night from someone who had no idea I feed young -adults-who-I-call kids (ages 20-28) on Tuesday nights. She wanted to know if I wanted some pork chops. Already marinated pork chops that she had planned to grill. Her plans had changed. I accepted enthusiastically and gratefully. Not long after I returned home from picking them up, another friend dropped by with two large cakes… one carrot and one chocolate. Again, donated from Sam’s Club. As we gave thanks for the meal that week I made special mention of these gifts and told these young people that surely, they are very special to God… He was making sure they were provided for! They smiled big.
Two days later I arrived home and discovered a box on my front porch. It was filled with a variety of packaged sides of rice and pastas and soup mixes. I texted the only two people that I thought knew about our Tuesday night meals and neither of them had left it there. Later that day I realized I had made mention of it in passing in a blog post and that perhaps many more people knew about it. The next day in a totally unrelated conversation with a good friend, I told her about what had been left there and how I was marveling at God’s provision. She admitted a bit reluctantly that she was the one who had left it. She had wanted to remain anonymous. Although I had already thanked God, it was nice to be able to thank the one that He used to bless us as well.
By now, I am quite convinced that these Tuesday night dinners are supposed to be. I’m not quite sure why the windows of heaven seem to have been opened up for our obscure little gatherings around our dining room table… for something that seems more practical than spiritual. But I sense there is more to these meals than the food on the table. It is much more about the people in the chairs! I shared some of the details with my Bible study group last Wednesday, once again, giving thanks.
Which brings us to this week. Monday, a friend from that Bible study, along with her husband, dropped off 3 roasts, 4 dozen farm fresh eggs, and two homemade cakes (one banana and one butter pecan with caramel icing… YUM!) I was absolutely in awe. I did not know how to thank them enough for being SO generous. I told the kids the story that night and they smiled really big. All of them took home both kinds of cake, some took eggs and one took some roast (I had fixed all 3 since I never quite know how many to plan for. I figured since the Lord had provided 3, I better make all of them!)
I know I have tried to analyze this whole thing way too much. The fact of the matter is, I opened up our home in response to a need I had found out about. I had one of my daughters put out the open invitation – word of mouth – our house – Tuesday nights – 7:30. I never expected food to be provided. In fact, I didn’t really plan on it being a big meal each week. It may just be Sloppy Joes and carrot sticks. So far, it’s been a big meal each week. Not just with meat and potatoes and veggies and fruit but ALWAYS with dessert. I delight in the fact that God would not only provide what we need, but lavish us with sweet things as well. I savor that thought, think about the much bigger picture, and smile wide.
For whatever reason, God has chosen to bless this endeavor. I don’t need to know why. I just need to do my part.
Doing My Part With an Encouraged Heart,