Jesus in the noodles!

I will admit it.  I’m feeling a little stuck.  I’m in a rut.  But I feel ok with that because I also have no idea where I am going!  But I don’t want to feel ok with being stuck.  I’ve been reading Holley Gerth’s book “You’re Made for a God-sized Dream”–just hoping . . .

Holley’s prompt for this week.  For this week: “Sometimes we feel alone not because we need to be with others but because God wants to be with us. Our lives are busy–especially when we’re pursuing a dream–and God may want to pull us aside for a bit” {You’re Made for a God-sized Dream, Chapter Six}. The most important part of any God-sized dream is the Giver of it. Set aside a particular time this week to be with Him–to pray, journal, take a walk or simply sit quietly and listen.

I have a kid that is on the special side.  He thinks in a way that is different and experiences the world in a very different way than the rest of us.  I am blessed to have his insight on life.

One night he announced that for Lent he was going to eat his dinner each night.  No matter what I gave him!  This was a huge statement coming from my “white food” loving kid!  So I asked him what prompted him to make such a sacrifice . . . “Jesus told me to eat my noodles and all my other food!”

I paused–I mean if Jesus wants to talk to my kid–I guess I’m ok with that–right?

We all had a zillion questions for him since Jesus has never talked to us before!  I asked my son, “when did Jesus talk to you?”

“When you guys were all yelling right before dinner and I was sitting here quietly praying–I heard Jesus talking to me about my noodles.”

I thought–crap!  Jesus comes to my table and I miss it because I’m yelling for people to wash their hands, come to the table, let’s go, dinner’s hot!  The rush before dinner in this house is always a little crazy–getting 6 people in a smallish space while the food is still hot . . . can be tricky.

I expressed my disappointment about missing Jesus.  We were collectively disappointed that we missed it.  Then my son reassured me that “Jesus comes to the table all the time Mom, you just have to wait for breakfast!”

I’ve been trying to figure out my purpose . . . as I plan the budget, make the list, clip the coupons, buy the food, put it away, get it out and make the food, clean the kitchen, make a beautiful table, it all takes on a new meaning knowing that Jesus comes to our table.

As I took a walk this weekend, thinking about my DREAM . . . my mind went back to the story that I just shared.  I think about how when Jesus came back from the tomb–no one recognized him–not even Mary Magdalene–until he spoke her name!  Maybe, just maybe, I’ve been looking but not recognizing that my purpose is right in front of me, speaking my name.  (and part of me wants to make noodles–to listen and wait!)

Be Blessed as we are blessed–but may not even see or hear it.

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