Thursday, February 16, 2012

Feeding Bread and Making Gravy

It's already Thursday.  I think I have said that every Thursday since Christmas.  Mom told me last night the older you get the faster time goes.  I wish it would slow down just a little.

Whenever the big kids come home for a weekend and then pack up to leave, we start goodbyes in the house and follow them out the door with more hugs until they put it in drive.  After they leave the drive way and get out on the main road, they honk as they pass back in front of the house.  We wave to them across the field and pray safety as they head back home.

Last week the girls took their first weekend trip by themselves when they drove to Marble Falls for a weekend work crew reunion.  Michael and I followed them out and helped them load up.  I took a picture as they drove down the driveway and we watched as they pulled out onto the main road.  Then they honked.

Instinctively, my hand went to my heart and I heard a scream from deep inside me - "Oh no!  Don't honk!"  Not yet.  I'm not ready for that honk from these three yet.

They don't know how to make gravy.  They can do laundry and cook.  Sort of.  They know they want to keep a clean house - to be "keepers at home".  But they don't know how to make gravy.

I have more work to do before they can honk that honk.

Not just teaching gravy making skills, but other, more important things are still needing to be taught.  Proverbs 31:14 says that a virtuous woman seeks her food from afar.  The word for food right there is lechem which is Hebrew for shewbread.  Shewbread means "bread of presence" or "bread of face".  Then 31:15 says she rises while it is yet night and gives meat to her household.  I am not only supposed to feed them physical food, I am also supposed to feed their very souls.

I need to do what it takes for me to be able to feed their hearts Jesus.  Feed their hearts the Bread of Presence.  Fill myself up so I can help fill them up.  Meat and bread are both used in scripture to represent the Word of God.  I need to keep on feeding them that sweet, comforting, encouraging Word.

Equipping them for when time slows down a little for me.  When they know how to make gravy.

When it is okay for them to honk.


3 thoughts:

Jackie Hackfeld said...

thank you for your constant reminders to always keep praying for our kids. Not just worry....:))

asnipofgoodness said...

I too know that honk, and every time my heart sinks just a little. Feeding them the bread of life....oh yeah. Great post!

Anita said...

Thanks, Carol. I like to think that my children have a third parent, Yahweh, himself, who will be their teacher, and teach them the many things I haven't taught them well. Zoe, 17, has taught herself to make better onion, mushroom and giblet gravy than I can--but there are so many spiritual lessons I haven't taught!!