But oh, summer... When your heat can mean a very dry land, why cast that same spell in our pocket each year?
Kenn's been our food shopper since summer came. I take care of the menus and grocery lists and have been extra frugal and simple in planning, knowing our income is stretched very lean again. (Or is it "still"?) This week, I picked a recipe for an easy sweet and sour chicken that called for one can of green beans. I can do better than that, I thought. We've got 'em growing fresh in our backyard... but the plants have barely yielded two servings a week... maybe it'd be wise to put a can on the shopping list. To run after it at last minute would be a bother, not to mention wasteful...
I left it off the list anyway. It'll work out, I concluded. And I handed the post-it to Kenn. (I wonder, do you find that attitude a little too easygoing? I know we're talking beans, but maybe you think it's careless? Reckless, to leave things hanging so?)
Today, on the day that ends up being the best to make that sweet and sour chicken, guess what I found in our little garden:
Our biggest yield yet.
More than a can of beans. Or a hill, for that matter.
I'm worth
more than a can of beans.
Kenn and the kids are worth
more than a can of beans.
When God says he'll provide, he will.
And trusting him, I get so much more than my pocket can hold.
