Anxiety vs. The Leftovers

It’s been a busy few weeks for me, what between Easter, starting a new job and transitioning out of the old job, learning to drive a manual transmission, etc. As part of that transition, there has been a bit of a new budget to determine taking into account new factors such as a different income, a car payment and not having reimbursable meals through the week. All this together would reasonably precipitate a certain degree of anxiety. Thank the Lord, I do not struggle with anxiety, but that doesn’t mean that money and budgeting do not so very often enter my thought process (to be honest, usually multiple times a day), largely because I am still adjusting to marriage and a shared budget instead of my own little financial and budget world.

But thank the Lord for Easter.

WP_20150407_22_05Anxiety vs. The Leftovers | God's ProvisionOf course I mean that for all the wonderful, theological reasons (you know, that whole Jesus rises from the dead to give us an opportunity for reconciliation with God and an everlasting life part. That part’s pretty cool), and the fact it is my favorite holiday, but also because it left my fridge very, very full.

We were blessed to get to spend the holiday with three (and a half) good friends, enjoying a feast of wide variety and many leftovers. But leftovers and I have a mixed relationship.

Why I Like Leftovers:

  1. Pre-prepared lunches are way better than a cold cut sandwich
  2. Food my husband will eat instead of picking up fast food if he’s on his own
  3. There’s more! What’s not good about more of a good thing!

Why I Hate Leftovers:

  1. I don’t get to cook again for a while
  2. I run out of Tupperware
  3. Food might go bad before it gets eaten (it is easier for me to cook ingredients before they go bad than to make sure the last half-an-entree makes it into a lunchbox)

But last night I opened the fridge and was struck by something more than just how very full the fridge was and how I couldn’t find a place for my lunch bag: We have so much more than we need. Continue reading

Breaking Bread

“He took some bread and gave thanks to God for it. Then he broke it in pieces and gave it to the disciples, saying, “This is my body, which is given for you. Do this to remember me.”
Luke 22:19

The Lord’s Supper, the sacrament of Holy Communion, is a sacred part of the Christian faith, one that is innately controversial simply because of its significance. Some believe it must be practiced as frequently as possible, others no more frequently than once a week; some that only believers of their own tradition may partake, others that anyone may partake, regardless of formal examination; some believe that it absolutely must be wine, others that it is insignificant. And let’s not even breach the question of transubstantiation. But that is nothing related to what I want to discuss today. Instead, I want to talk about our constant failure to follow his command.

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