Today or tomorrow I’ll go grocery shopping. I really should have gone yesterday.
Which means today is the day we get a little creative with meals. It’s been a clean out the fridge kind of morning.
The kids have impressed me with their ability to scavenge the depths of the pantry.
For breakfast, we had the last of some homemade pear preserves a woman in our church gave us (I love West Texas!) on the heels of a loaf of bread. Then some applesauce. Now they are splitting up the last of some mandarin oranges. Not enough milk for everyone, so they drank apple cider from a powdered mix.
I was struck this morning with the fact that my kids have never, ever, not once missed a meal. In some places when a mom says “We have nothing to eat”, it means something entirely different than when I say it. When I haven’t taken time to make a trip to the grocery store, I stand in my kitchen and say “We have nothing to eat”, somehow everyone still leaves the table with full bellies. I’m thankful.
(I’ve been following some of the Compassion Bloggers. Their posts tend to inspire thankfulness!)