Supper Panic

  You know how it is. It's time to get supper cooking and nothing comes to mind.

  Nothing.

  A small feeling of panic swirls because if i don't figure something out that means 11 people won't be eating. 11 hungry people are no joke. I'm not one of those super organized people who have a menu figured out every week. I used to be a lot more organized and then.....not sure what happened. I love weekly menus but i never think of it until the panic happens. I'm also not one of those that has simple meal ingredients always on hand for emergencies. Again, just not that good. It's not all my fault because i have a fantastic cook for a husband and if surprise company is on their way, he can always come up with something. And then there was that time that we served company pizza from a pizza shop and they didn't come.......and didn't come.......2 hours past supper they showed up while the pizza rested in the oven. Chewing that pizza was an experience i never, never want to repeat.

  So what to do when you HAVE to come up with something NOW?

  It's simple, really. So simple that it's too easy.

 Pray.

 No, not being sacrilegious because i have done it many, many times and it has never failed me. If you're being deliberately lazy and slothful it might not because God doesn't reward losers, but if you're a busy mama with a good heart but not such good planning skills, He hears.

  Normally i do have a plan for supper by midmorning and the meat is thawing, but some times like today my plan flushes down the drain. I was planning on making this butternut squash, quinoa casserole with a bit of chicken breast in it (sounds nasty but i promise the picture looked amazing) and then i get a call from my very handsome husband who informed me that they will need a ride home from work. The mechanic working on our van ended up in hospital and it won't be finished til tomorrow morning. I don't know why he needed the hospital unless he happened to take a look inside the van. My meal plan wouldn't work because it needed me to be here most of the time and, well, i was't going to be here. I had just woke up from my nap and felt like a groggy smurf, but i sat down with my cookbook and started paging while sipping coffee to give me a wake up jolt. While i paged i asked the Lord to please show me what to make.

  He did, within minutes. Instead of butternut squash and quinoa we're having chicken and rice made with cream and chicken broth. The broth mixture tasted fantastic before i slid it in oven and there's the irony of it. Not only has He ALWAYS answered, it's always something yummy. He often doesn't even use a cookbook but something will pop into my head and i'll be like, "thank you, Lord!!!"

  I'm telling you, having Him involved in every area of your life is unbelievable. Here's the God of the universe giving me inspiration for what to feed 11 people out of the 6 billion or so people populating this earth. He cares.

  If He cares about supper and has got my back, then how dare i worry about our future? Which is changing but i'll share that at a later date. Sorry, but i need to get ready to go pick up my fine, fine specimen of a man and teenagers.

  Trust Him. I dare you.