This post, as you can probably figure out from the title, is long overdue. It's been on my mind for awhile now, but life, you know. It kind of gets in the way. The minutae.
See, this post, it's all about honoring God. There's a verse in the bible, in Luke , chapter 6, verse 38, " Give and shall be given unto you, good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give unto your bosom."
Well, I've recently (and forever back), seen the proof of this. You see, when we moved into this house, it had a huge, old, people-eating size deep freeze in the basement. We had our own, but for some reason we left the older one powered up and used it instead. For awhile it sat nearly empty, in spite of my usual stocking-up ways. But last year, when Mr. GraceandPeace was off work for awhile, I noticed something a little, well- odd. It started to fill up. Not due, mind you, to anything we were doing.
But odd things started to happen. Like one night Mr. GraceandPeace called me and told me not to buy any bread. So I didn't, but didn't know why. (He'd been given the extra's from a food bank.) When we met up, he had a trunk full of bread products. And I don't mean just white bread. I'm talking about wheat bread, croissants, doughnuts, danishes, muffins, cake, and on and on. And this is what he had left after he opened his trunk to everyone he works with and said," Take whatever you want!" So, the extra's went in the freezer. And then, the holiday meat parade started. Both my husband and my son get holiday hams. But it didn't stop there.
Oh, no. Mr. GraceandPeace brought home extra hams from co-workers who don't eat meat. And my simply darling mother-in-law, who is retired and volunteers her time, brought two extra food baskets to us, that she hadn't been able to deliver.
And I began to find some really unbelievable deals at the supermarket. And so the freezer began to fill up. But not just the big deep freeze. Also, the 'fridge-top freezer, and the pantry.
And when things got really, really rough, we got a check in the mail from a relative we never expected to get one from.
And so, I guess I just want to honor God with this post. To say thanks to all the people who've been open to being His instrument of good measure. Because things here, while always abundant, have lately been, "pressed down, shaken together, and running over!"
