Friday, October 30, 2009

Warmed By A Casserole


I hesitate to write this post as it is rather personal, and I am not always sure how things will be taken by others reading it, but since I use this blog also as my journal of sorts, I thought it was important to record this.


So . . .This is dedicated to anyone who has ever taken dinner to a neighbor . . .


A few weeks ago I was feeling a bit overwhelmed with everything happening at the time. I felt pressure from many directions and lacked the time to accomplish everything needed. And so in desperation I decided to ask in my morning prayers for guidance on how best to spend my time that day. That may have been the lazy way out, but I was at a loss on how to prioritize my time and so was seeking help.


Interestingly to me, several days during the next couple weeks I became aware of people who were sick or otherwise in need and felt prompted to take them dinner. Once I had leftovers from a party and was able to feed two families. On another day I miscalculated how much to cook for my family and gave away the surplus. And still on other days, I made emergency trips to the store.


I was a bit puzzled as to why I felt the need to feed so many families. I wondered if there might be something better I could do for them. I recently heard a speaker make fun of the Mormon culture and our belief that a casserole was the cure all to every ailment and trial. I also remembered once reading an article in the Ensign titled, "Caught in a Casserole" which suggested we might want to consider other ways to serve rather than just taking food. I decided my feeling prompted to take dinner to others must have been God's way of making sure my husband got fed--as I haven't been very good about cooking dinner these past few months. (yes, I confess)


And then I had an experience which changed my mind.


I came home Tuesday afternoon after spending a fairly sleepless night, and being gone all day at meetings. I was very tired and achy. I still had my seminary lesson to prepare, dishes to do and a dinner to make before my husband left for his church meetings at 6:00. But what I really wanted was a nap.


Then I received a text from a good friend that read, "I'm bringing you dinner. I will be there at 4:45." I had not talked with her all day. She did not know how I was feeling or even that I had not been home until then. She had just been cooking dinner for her family and said it kept expanding beyond what they could eat so she decided to share--with me.


Initially I felt guilty. I was not sick, and I had time to prepare my own meal so I felt bad someone was cooking for me. But then she and her husband walked in to my house, carrying a hot chicken pot pie and a delicious green salad.


A warmth filled my soul,

And I felt loved.


Not just by a friend who was willing to share her abundance with me, but also by a Heavenly Father who taught me that sometimes a casserole is the perfect way to serve.


11 comments:

Becky said...

Thanks for sharing this sweet experience. Sometimes I worry that my food is not good enough or that I am imposing by bringing a meal. Really, I think the Lord just wants us to love one another and be more aware of each others' needs so that we can serve more.

GRAMEE said...

What a wonderful lesson for us all..

I wish I knew my area well enough to serve like that. Soon I will.

I am going to admit my emotions run close to my eyes and This one got me in the tear ducts..

Lisa said...

Beautiful story. Food always tastes better when other people make it because you DO feel loved when you eat it.

I went to a stake aux. meeting this week and our speaker mentioned this phrase over and over again. It has stuck with me because I know I need to be better at serving... "Act on every worthy thought"

Carolyn said...

I think this is one of your best posts yet. From the heart by way of the stomach :)

I too enjoy serving others with food. It is something I can do with kids around, unlike going to clean or run errands or visit...things I can't do for others with little ones getting into everything.

NatureGirl said...

Food does taste better when someone else prepares it, especially if they did not HAVE to do it, but rather did it out of love...

Momza said...

Isn't there a saying that whenever we are prompted to do good, we should because that prompting comes from our Father in Heaven.
WE are HIS hands...

I'm so glad u felt to share this...continue on in well-doing sister.

KC Mom said...

I'm so glad you were served. You must have really needed it and the Lord knew that.
A great lesson for all of us.

Shannon said...

What a great reminder of why we do the little things. Thanks so much for sharing and helping us all remember to take more time to listen and then act.

Jenny-Jenny said...

You are wonderful. I guess we just need to remember when we have an idea to go for it! Thank you!

Xazmin said...

This post made me cry! It is definitely more than a meal, but being able to feel loved by our friends and our Heavenly father. I love this post...how funny that we both had such similar experiences!

MissKris said...

That is so sweet. Again, for the countless time today, I got teary. That made me feel so happy for you!