LEADING UP TO THANKSGIVING I THOUGHT I WOULD DO A FEW ‘ACTS OF KINDNESS’. I SAW THAT A WOMAN ON FACEBOOK MARKETPLACE WAS SELLING HOMEMADE PUMPKIN PIES SO I DECIDED TO BUY SEVERAL TO SUPPORT HER. IT WAS SORT OF A ‘WIN’ ‘WIN’ ‘WIN’ AS I INTENDED TO GIVE SOME OF THE WHOLE PIES AWAY TO SINGLE FRIENDS WHO MIGHT NOT HAVE THE CHANCE TO HAVE A NICE THANKSGIVING DESSERT.
THEN I ALSO WOULD NOT HAVE TO BAKE A PIE FOR MY OWN DINNER. CLEVER!
WE DELIVERED THE PIES TO A COUPLE OF FRIENDS AND I MENTIONED THAT I PURCHASED THE HOMEMADE PIES BUT THEY WERE GIFTED WITH LOVE. IT WAS SO MUCH FUN.
THANKSGIVING MONDAY TERRY MADE A CLASSIC, YUMMY THANKSGIVING TURKEY DINNER AND WE ENJOYED THE COMPANY OF THE 2 COUPLES IN OUR ‘BUBBLE’.
DESSERT TIME CAME AROUND AND I WENT TO CUT INTO THE PUMPKIN PIE(MY FAVOURITE!) AND I NOTICED THAT IT WAS KIND OF WET. WEIRD. I BROUGHT MY PIECE OF PIE TO THE TABLE AFTER THE GUESTS HAD SERVED THEMSELVES (OF EITHER THE PIE OR THE CHERRY CHEESECAKE THAT MY SISTER BROUGHT) AND TOOK A BIG BITE. OH MAN. IT TOOK EVERYTHING I HAD NOT TO SPIT IT OUT ONTO MY SISTER’S FACE ACROSS FROM ME. EEEEWWWW! IT WAS BAR NONE THE WORST TASTING PIE I HAVE EVER TASTED. AND THE CRUST WAS UNCOOKED. (WE ALSO PURCHASED PIES FOR OUR GUESTS THAT NIGHT WHO AFTER A GOOD LAUGH DECIDED MAYBE NOT TO TAKE THEIR’S HOME. (THOSE 2 PIE CRUSTS WERE BURNT).
YOU CAN IMAGINE THE THOUGHTS THAT IMMEDIATELY ROLLED AROUND IN MY HEAD…. “I GAVE THESE AWAY!” “DON’T EAT IT!” “I HAVE TO CALL MY FRIENDS AND APOLOGIZE” .
WELL, WE ALL HAD A GOOD LAUGH ABOUT IT AND I’M STILL HAPPY WE SUPPORTED THAT WOMAN. BUT TODAY I COULDN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE SO I BAKED MY OWN PUMPKIN PIES. I’LL PUT ONE AWAY FOR CHRISTMAS AND THE OTHER WILL BE SHARED WITH OUR ‘BUBBLE’ . THIS TIME I HOPE FOR A BETTER RESPONSE….FROM ALL OF US! HA HA.
AS I WAS BAKING EARLY THIS MORNING I WAS THINKING ABOUT FINDING TIME TODAY TO ‘GET IN’ MY PRAYERS.
HERE IS SOMETHING YOU MIGHT ENJOY……
Have you ever noticed how in the scriptures men are always going up into the mountains to commune with the Lord?
Yet in the scriptures we hardly ever
hear of women going to the mountains.
But we know why — right?
Because the women were too busy
keeping life going;
they couldn’t abandon babies,
and a thousand responsibilities to make the climb into the mountains!
I was talking to a friend the other day,
saying that as modern woman
I feel like I’m never “free” enough
from my responsibilities,
never in a quiet enough,
or holy enough spot
to have the type of communion
I want with God.
Her response floored me,
“That is why God comes to women.
Men have to climb the mountain to meet God, but God comes to women where ever they are.”
I have been pondering on her words for weeks and have searched my scriptures
to see that what she said is true.
God does in deed come to women
where they are,
when they are doing their ordinary,
He meets them at the wells
where they draw water for their families,
in their homes,
in their kitchens,
in their gardens.
He comes to them
as they sit beside sickbeds,
as they give birth,
care for the elderly,
and perform necessary mourning and burial rites.
Even at the empty tomb,
Mary was the first to witness Christ’s resurrection,
She was there because she was doing the womanly chore of properly preparing Christ’s body for burial.
In these seemingly mundane
and ordinary tasks,
these women of the scriptures found themselves face to face with divinity.
So if — like me — you ever start to bemoan the fact that you don’t have as much time to spend in the mountains with God as you would like. Remember, God comes to women. He knows where we are and the burdens we carry. He sees us, and if we open our eyes and our hearts we will see Him, even in the most ordinary places and in the most ordinary things.
He lives. And he’s using a time such as this to speak to women around the world.
(Original : Heather F.)