You know, I’m thankful I learned to cook. When we married, the only thing I had ever made was chocolate chip cookies. My first attempts at cooking were pitiful, but I learned to follow recipes fairly quickly and it wasn’t long before my evening dinners were not only palatable but enjoyable.

Thirty years later, I was given the task/opportunity to prepare meals for my husband’s clients who came from far-flung places and stayed at our lodge for several days. I wasn’t even sure I’d be able to pull it off. Seems that God often puts us in places and gives us work that is beyond our ability so we realize our personal inadequacy, which drives us to further dependency on him. I consider my work to be a quiet backdrop to the work of God in the lives of the people who gather at my table. Like soothing music, you’re barely aware that it’s there but it makes a difference and a contribution to the whole.

It amazes me that God uses the most practical means and the most ordinary people to serve his purpose and glory, and today it’s on my mind to thank him for including me.