Simmering Pots (revised)

When I was little I loved going to my grandmother’s house.  She would wake up really early in the morning and as she had her first cup of coffee, she would begin cooking dinner.  She would chop onions, garlic, green pepper and other spices depending on what she was cooking.  I would sit at the table drinking coffee with a lot of sugar and milk amazed at how little she could chop onions.  She would cook huge pots of food and they would simmer on the stove all day. 

Grandma’s doors were never locked; beginning midmorning until late in the evening people would come eat from those pots on the stove.  Family and friends alike would gather at her table for nourishment.  If you were hungry or just needed someone to talk to my grandma welcomed you into her home.  Her house was always noisy and filled with love. I cannot feed people the way my grandma did.  Instead I have learned to ask God to reveal to me opportunities to feed the hungry and clothe those who are in need.  It is a legacy that I wish to pass on to my own children.  

I had an opportunity to make a couple of scrapbook pages to help put together a book that will be auctioned off to raise money for someone going through an illness.  I knew that I would use one of my grandmother's recipes when I started making the pages.  I am happy that someone far away from me will be flipping through the pages of a beautiful recipe book they won; hopefully they choose to cook my grandmothers Jambalaya.  That their home will be filled with all the wonderful smells of my childhood.

For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me,

 I was in prison and you came to visit me. 

 Matthew 25:35-36