It wasn't planned. Yet once it happened, I was reminded how much I miss loved ones who have gone Home. I think of them each day but somehow this made it more tangible.
Last week, I searched for an old recipe I had used years ago. I knew it wasn't in one of my countless cookbooks. It was handwritten on a recipe card from a dear lady in one of our past ministries. As I sorted through my collection, I found another recipe that has been enjoyed for three generations. It had been a while since I prepared that dish so I mentioned it to Tim. He was pleased that I planned to prepare it this week.
The work began tonight. It took a couple hours before it was ready but the kitchen smelled so cozy as I pulled the main course out of the oven. Then I realized what had happened. I had cooked Tim's grandmother's recipe using my grandmother's roasting pan. I smiled as tears formed in my heart and eyes.
I thought about how many generations were represented in the preparation of this simple meal. A husband's grandmother in Ohio shared her recipe. A wife's grandmother in Virginia shared her antique roasting pan. Years later, with both grandmothers gone, a Kentucky family enjoyed their love and memories. If our grandmothers were somehow aware of this simple yet significant, moment, I had to believe they were smiling.
I also wonder if we realize that an act of love and kindness may indeed influence lives for generations. It happens more often than we know. When I review past chapters of my life, I am amazed how God protected, provided and pursued me through simple but very significant deeds of others. May I never forget that even in the smallest moment, great opportunities await...even in recipes and roasting pans. I am amazed. I am grateful. I am never alone.<3~thl
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