Here is provision
There was this one moment when we were loading the moving pod in Dallas. An energetic pop of joy in the midst of hard, hard work.
Our friend Bob called for a few more things he could stuff into the kitchen island; “we won’t lose that space there, no we won’t.” So I ran into the house and grabbed the big flour jars. As I carried them out I wondered if they’d be ok in the heat? and then the joy snuck right in.
Right there as I caught my breath.
The next time I touch these, I thought, it’ll be to make muffins or cornbread or biscuits for my family in our new home. The next time I see these they’ll be on our pantry shelves in Morehead, Kentucky.
This stuff will nourish.
Here is provision.
For then and, unexpectedly, for now.
Hen and I made muffins our first full week home.