Bean Soup

Friday evening, I was excited. I always enjoy the company of friends, and going to a good friend's house on a Sabbath is one of my favorite things to do. Though it would be a quick visit, I was really looking forward to going to lunch this sabbath, and I had wanted to bring something. I always feel odd if I don't help in some way with the meal and I still eat. I know it is an odd feeling, but I always think I need to help if I am going to eat, otherwise it is not appropriate to eat that meal that was for someone else. And this was no exception.

Since I knew I was going on Friday, I thought I would be good to make beans soup to take and I thought it would be nice to bring cinnamon for tea as well. I was so excited that I decided to make the large slow cooker full of great northern bean soup.

As you know from before, I prize onions. I don't think I am good enough to eat them on my own, but with good friends, I would love them. I added several onions to the soup.

I was starting to study after all my food prep was completed when I got a phone call. I was needed to run cameras that Sabbath. I was crushed by the idea. I wouldn't be able to leave after sabbath school, so I wouldn't be able to have lunch with anyone. I didn't know what to do with the beans, I had way too many for me alone. But there was no good way to try to figure this out. I had no choice, I had to inform Mrs Lynn that I would not be able to come after church.

After the phone call, I prayed. I was so disappointed. I didn't know why this had happened and I still don't know why. I wanted to go, was that why I needed to stay home on Sabbath?

The next day, I ran cameras like I was supposed to and was still trying to figure out why I couldn't go to lunch. After the second service, Pastor Dwight had a call and was speaking to several people that had come forward in the youth chapel. I finished with everything else, and found a corner to sit in as I waited to the Pastor. He saw me but never came over to say hi to me, so I sat there. I was sad not knowing why things were working out this way. Hoping for some encouragement, I started reading my old blogs again.

Just as I was half way through the first one, Mrs Dana Johnston walked into the room. I expected no more then the usual Happy Sabbath from her, but she asked if I was going anywhere for lunch. It turned out that they had planned on have someone else over from the nursing home, but they weren't able to come so they were wondering if and who they should take home for the meal.

And you know what, I didn't have to eat my bean soup by myself. I was able to share it and make new friends at the same time. It makes me wonder if I needed to sign up to be adopted through PMC. I have not yet been able to meet my adopted family, but God has given me the family I need so far. I just have to wonder what it would be like if I actually followed God, how much better things would be if I was just willing to do what He says with a smile on my face?