Many months ago (a year? more?) when Sarah first starting saying our dinnertime blessing she would thank God for “the little family who eats”. She’s long forgotten that but Brent and I still hold on to the phrase, pulling it out now and then during mealtimes. Afterall, it describes us very well. We love to eat. A lot. Together. Snacks, meals, treats, the whole kit and caboodle.
Much of my daily joy comes from sharing food with my family and the people around me that I love. (neighbors, that’s you.) But the bounty that we have also comes with deep regret. I often think about the people, worlds away, who have picked the food that I eat – realizing that they themselves may never have enough. I cannot wrap my brain around the fact that we live in a place where I can grow food, not out of neccessity but for fun. While there are people whose land has long dried up and fails to produce for the very ones who need it most.
I know I have a responsiblity to them. I just don’t know what it is.
I do know that it starts with an honest, thoughtful appreciation for what we have.
Bounty is an understatement.
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