I don’t have to stockpile:  God will always provide for our needs.  It says in the Bible He will only provide food and shelter.  I don’t need a backup for every item I use in the house.  I was making a list and there was no need to buy everything on that list.  I crossed off some items I will not run out of immediately.  I am reminded of a parable Jesus related:  a farmer had an exceptional crop and built even greater storage bins and Jesus said something to the effect that you will not be around to enjoy the fruits of your crops.  He wants you today.  Your time has run out.  You have to have faith God will provide for your needs and sometimes He will do it a day at a time.  When God provided food for the people who Moses led out of Egypt, the manna could only be used that day.  You had to have faith He would provide more food the next day.  I do not have to stockpile my goods.  ‘Give us our daily bread’ the psalm says.  A day at a time.  That is all we can pray for that God provide for our needs a day at a time.

The tuna salad with a cut up Ginger Gold apple was a real treat.  It was the second portion I ate that way.  The apple must have been picked this week.  The crisp pieces, slightly tart, set off the salad well.  Ginger Gold apples do not retain their crispness too long and I do not make this salad too often so I will enjoy this meal now and if I remember I will try the same combination next year.  It was a meal fit for a king.

It must be the height of the wild raspberry season.  I just picked another bowlful.  I won’t pick any more.  I will let other creatures (and others) pick the remainder.  Lynelle all ready baked two pies–one we froze.  They are a real treat and the bushes are walking distance.  Maybe my other will bake another pie and we will give this one away.  The season is so short.  The wild blackberry season is next–a few more weeks.  During one season near the end I discovered a patch deep in the woods hard to get to.  There are so many briars.  I will have all the blackberries I want if I fight my way through all the thorns.  Something else to look forward to–my wife’s blackberry pies.  Another treat.  Soon to come.

Food is always about love.  When I prepare a meal for my wife, I want it to be as good as I can make it.  I prepare it carefully, making sure it looks attractive.  I want her to look at the plate and want her to want to eat the meal.

I do most of the cooking for I am the one driven to get a meal on the table, which is not to say she can’t cook well.  She does.  Every once in awhile I ask her to make dinner.  And it is usually delicious.

Most of the meals I make are quite simple.  Every once in a while I make something more complicated.  Cooking usually involves a number of steps.  I just take care in the individual steps.

I do know how to follow a recipe but I have become more adventurous as far as spices and creating dishes.  It is fun.  I appreciate her.  I am blessed that I have someone to make a meal for.  Food is always about love (and the care you spend preparing it).

Relax, you do not have to do it alone!  The whole weight of the world is not on your shoulders.  That is not the way the universe is designed.

Every person has responsibilities and you have to do your part, whatever it is but no one is totally independent.

It is all relative.  Each person is dependent on the other.  The whole world is interdependent on each other for supplying each others’ needs.  You need people to maintain your electricity, your road.

You need farmers to raise your crops, some of which ends up in your local supermarket.  The material for your cell phone had to come from somewhere.  There has to be towers built to transfer the signal.  And that is just the start.  Are you getting the idea?

And some of the people are so disconnected with this.  I had a customer complain once because there were flecks of dirt on her bunch of celery.  Like it was revolutionary for a person to discoverer that food is usually grown in dirt.

We take so many things for granted.  The person who thinks he/she is independent of others is nursing an illusion.  You depend on others for all kinds of services.

There is an upside to this:  you do not have to do it alone.  And that realization can be freeing.  Just do the part you are called to.  Others will do their part in the scheme of things.  And you can relax as a result.