Sounds interesting! More ingredients for the shopping list! Love it!
Pastor - true words, thanks for that.
At my house, I insist that we always give thanks and prayer for every meal. It's looked as as strange when visitors come to my house and we all join hands. One of my friends told me later on that he thought he was sitting with a bunch of people in a commune!
But it's not by our hands that we get the things we need to eat and survive...but by His glory. He has sustained us, given the tools that we need to harvest our foods. Every item on our shopping list is a gift sent to us by Him.
I really believe that. He placed the food before us at the table. And just like I'd be thankful to anybody else for cooking or when I go to a guest's house, I'm thankful for the food on my own table.
My dad's new stepson was eager to dive into pizza one night. He's HUGE!!! Dresses like a rapper. Wears gold chains. Acts tough. Standing next to him, I looked like a pipsqueek. He ran over and opened the pizza box and I yelled at him: "Not until we pray!"
Boy, it looked like I'd just slapped him! He immediately listened, and his mom says he hardly ever listens! We got to be good friends, though.

Pastor - true words, thanks for that.
At my house, I insist that we always give thanks and prayer for every meal. It's looked as as strange when visitors come to my house and we all join hands. One of my friends told me later on that he thought he was sitting with a bunch of people in a commune!

But it's not by our hands that we get the things we need to eat and survive...but by His glory. He has sustained us, given the tools that we need to harvest our foods. Every item on our shopping list is a gift sent to us by Him.
I really believe that. He placed the food before us at the table. And just like I'd be thankful to anybody else for cooking or when I go to a guest's house, I'm thankful for the food on my own table.
My dad's new stepson was eager to dive into pizza one night. He's HUGE!!! Dresses like a rapper. Wears gold chains. Acts tough. Standing next to him, I looked like a pipsqueek. He ran over and opened the pizza box and I yelled at him: "Not until we pray!"
Boy, it looked like I'd just slapped him! He immediately listened, and his mom says he hardly ever listens! We got to be good friends, though.
