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Refrigerator Full of Groceries and Overflowing with God’s Love

  Yesterday, I tackled the task of grocery shopping. After one year of marriage, I decided to wear tennis shoes to pivot, turn, and walk down the yard lines of the supermarket. I could somewhat hear a faint “thank you” coming from my feet. Why do I still jump from aisle to aisle? Why not use  “grocery pick up” or “grocery delivery? Well, I  like to scour the shelves for the freshest fruit and ripest vegetables. I like to ponder dinners I want to make for me and my husband. I want to envision the food art that will become from the ingredients. 

Ah, the chore of grocery shopping can be tiring. I always tell the cashier, “You need a second person to help load and unload the basket.” It’s a workout routine of lift, bend, put up, and put in! “A Tisket a Tasket”...push the basket. Grab, hold, brr! the frozen food aisle is cold. I strolled up and down the aisles as my basket wheels squeakily sang. Then, I saw the finish line...the checkout. At last! I completed the conquest.

Even though grocery shopping is not one of my favorite errands, I am beyond thankful to see a cart overflowing with nutritional bounty. No, not junk food, but body and heart healthy meals. Yesterday, when I was finished organizing and fitting all the grocery items into the refrigerator, I thought, “We are abounding in blessings.” I looked upon my coffee mug under the refrigerator light...

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. - 1 Corinthians 13:13

God’s love provides groceries.

God’s love provides warmth from a fireplace.

God’s love provides shingled shelter. 

God’s love has clothed us in cotton.

God’s love has shod our soles. 

God’s love has given us loved ones. 

When I look in my refrigerator I know God will never leave or forsake me. He’ll never abandon His children.

 God’s love will never fail. 

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