Parents spoil you rotten and mine are no different; perhaps that is one of the reasons why I don’t want to move out and stay on my own. Yep! I feel fulfilled living the life of a parasite.
Anyway, one of these days when dad came home from work, he was carrying a huge carton full of food and snacks. I was tempted to ask, “Were they giving all of this away for free because I don’t understand why else you would you buy this crazy amount of food when we already have so much left to finish?” But, I didn’t. That’s the trick one needs to master when living with their parents — Never even attempt to awaken a sleeping dragon, but, yes, there’s no harm in day-dreaming.
I remember reading one of the articles in Cosmopolitan, which described various kinds of man —
1) One who spends extravagantly, buys you expensive gifts, takes you to exotic places etc.
2) One that gives you presents, all the time, but not necessarily lavish.
3) One that doesn’t give presents in the conventional sense, but does things that are of utmost importance to you on an everyday basis. That might include fixing a faulty faucet, filling gas in your car etc.
In my dad’s case — who is The Man in my life — he is always buying things that my sister and I love and are constantly in need of. So what that carton comprised was olives, coke, chips, truck loads of toilet paper, tea, coffeeee, soup and things that I don’t even remember of now.
“We have so much of stuff! Where are we going to keep all of this now?” My mum exclaimed and I smiled because that was the time I realised what those words actually stood for.
I remember tales about my dad and mum’s childhood when money was tight and I am sure that meant food was scarce too. So to reach a point in their lives, where they have much more than they can consume… made me happy and then after some time, guilty because I was taking and have always taken what is there in my life for granted.
Many of my friends say ‘grace’ or a little prayer before they start eating. I had always been meaning to do make that a habit too, but I just forget and when I am reaching for the last bite I am like, “Oh great! Wasn’t I supposed to thank God for this food?”
When Jesus was at table with them, he took the bread and blessed and broke it and gave it to them. And their eyes were opened, and they recognized him.
That’s when I decided that I am going to start documenting, start taking pictures, of what I am eating — ‘Foodrney’ (food+journey). I doubt I can take pictures of everything I eat, but you get the point.
It’s been three days since I started, and trust me, it feels wonderful. As I look back at the pictures, I am so humbled that I have food to eat. And I hope through this little experiment, I can gain courage to help others, to bless others in need because I have been so beautifully blessed.
And let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good works.