Comfort food

Over the past seven days, my heart has grown increasingly heavy. As a North Carolinian and a United Methodist, I have been discouraged by the most recent actions in both NC and the UMC General Conference to exclude gays and lesbians. I have attended the funeral of an old friend. Two women close to my heart have both suffered pregnancy losses in the past seven days. My husband visited with a friend whose recovery from a severe head injury is achingly slow, and whose prognosis is uncertain.

And on and on the list goes. It does not help that the sky is gray, but the rain refuses to fall – the gray clouds just hover between myself and the light.

So today will not be the day for me to reflect, to examine a loss and find the way forward within it. Instead, I am retreating into the mundane. I will put one foot in front of the other because I must. I will begin to prepare dinner because I can.

There is a time to speak, and a time to refrain from speaking. But it is almost always a good time to cook – perhaps a good hearty beef stew in a beer broth?  If I have time, I’ll bake some zucchini bread. Somehow, it is easiest for me to feel God’s embrace when I am up to my elbows in flour!

May you, too, find ways to nurture yourself on gray days, in long weeks, and at times of great loss.

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