I've been praying a lot about what's next?
I left my old church. Felt really broken.
I took some time to regroup. Spend some time talking to God (praying). And went back to a former church. Felt so loved. The broken pieces healing with each hug.
For months I've felt like what's next? With gardens coming and a new adventure with kids/youth, I wonder will i still make lunches on Sunday mornings?
There are feelings that can't be put into words. The love you feel when someone hugs you, the way a blue sky brings joy. Home. Whether a physical place or the way someone makes you feel.
Today that feeling was the way the soft bread felt as i smeared the peanut butter on it. A moment that i knew, i was made for this.
Today the jams were strawberry and peach (not mixed together). As i prayed over the sandwiches, i prayed that the sandwiches would give those receiving a feeling of being loved. They'd remember a time when someone loved them and would make them a sandwich.
I wonder about the people i serve each week. I never meet them, only one day i saw one.
It's a different feeling when i don't see the impact. I don't have to see the result to know that one of my purposes in this life is peanut butter and jelly. And while that seems like it isn't much. I know it is, not because of me, but because of Him.
I'm really unworthy of this task, but I'm oh so thankful to accept it.
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