Wednesday always means late night dinner... usually around 8ish. Rebecca has Youth Group and so we just all wait for her. Daddy didn't make it home til then either so we were all happy to enjoy some "end of day" fellowship with one another. While Caroline and I waited on the rest to get home, we made up a scrumptious feast of our family favorite, Orzo with spinach, feta, and sun-dried tomatoes along with a pork tenderloin. She thought we needed to eat in the dining room with candles and we whipped up some kid cocktails (orange juice and gingerale). Then we used the last of our "apple pickin'" apples and made an apple crisp.
Life has been a bit difficult lately, and this day seem to feel particularly "weighty". The early evening darkness doesn't help. I wasn't feeling especially cheery just prior to dinner. But at dinner, Rebecca began to share "The Word" that was shared at Youth tonight.... the lives of the 12 disciples, particularly Andrew (insert smiley face). She went on to tell us about the lesson of Judah that her Bible teacher tenderly shared in class today. As she shared, I noticed the "burden of the day" had lifted and I felt that "peace that passes understanding" that God so graciously allows His children to enjoy. As we nourished our bodies, He nourished our souls. Sweet.
"He humbled you, causing you to hunger and then feeding you with manna,
which neither you nor your fathers had known, to teach you that man does not live on bread alone,
but on every word that comes from the mouth of the Lord." Deut. 8:3