That is, until last night.
I decided to make a new recipe I found on Pinterest (oh how addicting that site is!). It was a chicken pasta bake. Nothing spectacular, but sounded good to me and relatively easy. I started making it and was pouring the creamy pasta mixture into a 9x13 glass dish. Oh boy, I had a ton left after filling that sucker and filled yet another casserole dish. (I am famous, with my Hubby mainly, for making WAY too much food when trying pasta or rice recipes) So, the thought of taking the extra food to a couple in my church crossed my mind. The husband has been fighting cancer and was undergoing hardcore Khemo treatments. He could stomach chicken and pasta dishes, I was told by his wife weeks earlier. But it was a new recipe and I was automatically feeling self-concious about my cooking. I brushed the thoughts aside for a while, but was later bombarded with the feeling that I needed to share this food.
Without further thought, I private messaged his wife on Facebook and asked her if she had Supper planned. (I was thinking it was a fat chance sense it was already 5pm) But, she said she had NOT planned Supper yet. I took a leap of faith and said, "I will bring the food over in about 25 minutes". No looking back now! This may seem so small, but God was truly pushing me beyond my comfort zone (I had provided meals for people before, but only after lots of plans and preparations). But I knew this was exactly what I was suppose to be doing.
About 25 minutes later, the pasta and garlic bread was ready to take over. I got in my van and headed over to their house. My friend opened the door and he looked like the dear fellow I had known before his diagnoses (minus a few pounds, plus a full beard). They were so thankful for my meal and he told me how good it smelt to him. I told them to have low expectations and that my food needed salt (haha, I told u I was very self-concious and there is no hiding it). He proceeded to show me the art work he had been working on (amazing) and we briefly caught up. He had been scheduled to get a khemo treatment that day, but wasn't able to because of sickness. He normally would still be at the hospital recovering, but instead he was home to receive my meal. (no coincident if u ask me!)
As soon as I got in my car, I started praying that my food would hit the spot for him, strengthen him, and even heal him (I was praying BIG). After that, I knew they would enjoy my food, all my anxiety aside. God was in that food, and I knew it.
Minutes after I got home, my cell phone rang. It was him, and the first thing I heard was, "Not only is she beautiful, but she can cook too!" I can't even begin to tell u how much of a blessing that was to hear. Not just because he liked my food, but because I knew that God had heard me. As small as that was, it felt big to me. I was lead by the Holy Spirit to bless that precious family with the comfort of knowing that God is working in their lives during this hard time and He is there walking right beside them. I would not have done it otherwise.
Please keep the Jesfield's in your prayers. They are faithful followers of Christ and need His strength every hour. God can heal, God IS big enough. The Pyle's love you, LeRoy and Wanda, and we are praying for a miracle!
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