There was a community cook day. Thirty people showed up with aprons to stir and saute a hundred meals. The energy was buoyant, no doubt improving the nutritional value of the enchiladas. The adage about too many cooks held no relevance, as these volunteers did not spoil anything. 

 

The preparations mattered. The shopper who spent five hours at three stores followed the list specified by the head chef, finding fresh ingredients for the mouth watering recipes being prepared. The people who arrived with smiles included married couples, sisters, a mother and her children, and a bunch of other friendly folks with a mind to serve. It is possible that some of them were recipients themselves once upon a time. In the ebb and flow of life, sometimes we need help. Other times we can give. 

 

My simple part was to transport. I arrived as people were cleaning up, and bagged enough food for six families. Some people were expecting dinner. Others were surprised. Both circumstances bring their own advantages, and God mixes it up to keep things interesting. Being the deliverer was the easy part. Hey, I didn't even get my hands sticky, and had the absolute fun of turning around a tough day for a mom whose kids were sick, and visiting two homes with new babies. Hopefully no one misplaced their gratitude by pinning it to me. 

 

It reminds me of how most blessings work.