Of the Way

Janelle and I were up before just about everybody else this morning.  As I sitting on the steps that go down from the kitchen to the den and playing with Janelle, she spied several boxes of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese.

“I want macaroni and cheese, Daddy,” she said.

Kraft Macaroni and Cheese for breakfast?  On Thanksgiving?!   I tried to discourage her, but she was not to be deterred, being a three year old with a hankering for Mac N’ Cheese.

“All right, (silent grumble) I’ll make the macaroni and (silent grumble) cheese.”

It was at this point that I realized that Janelle had a far more thankful and appropriate attitude than I did.  The Triune God of the universe had provided us with food that we didn’t work in the fields to grow, harvest, grind into flour or make into pasta, and I’m grumbling about the fact that it’s not an appropriate Thanksgiving breakfast.  Snap out of it, Mike!

Fifteen minutes later we had a Thanksgiving breakfast feast of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese which was thoroughly enjoyable.  I’m quite certain we’ll have much better food during the rest of the weekend, but I might not have a more important meal.  Sometimes an unusual event such as this which gives us just the tiniest glimpse of God’s providence, can help us to better see the whole picture.

God bless and Happy Thanksgiving!