and I it was all I could do to not cry. I might have let the tears fall but there was a young stock boy just up from me loading merchandise and I didn't want to freak him out. Why did I want to cry? I saw the cherry pie and immediately my mind went to my grandma who made the best homemade cherry pies on earth! My mother and grandmother were the best bakers I ever knew. My grandmother has been gone for years now and my mom lives 750 miles away.
Can a grown woman still cry out "I want my mommy!" or "I want my grandma!" Don't worry, I only cried in my soul, not out loud. Remember, the stock boy up ahead;) Feeling lonely and sick did a number on me for just a little while. I bought the pie in the box and brought it home. While not like my grandmothers, Marie Callenders is pretty good! I wonder if she's a grandmother?
As I was eating this warm, delicious cherry goodness, I suddenly felt at peace and smiling inside once again. Isn't it just like God to lead me to a pie in a store to bring me just what I needed. Yes, cherry pie brought me good memories but it also gave me comfort. Not just in the pie, but from my Lord who sees and hears all my thoughts and feelings and comes to my rescue. He did it with a heart in a tree one Spring day at the pond. . .and on this day He rescued me with a cherry pie in a cardboard box.
And so, in my gratitude journal for that evening, I wrote. . .
#1713 ~ all the simple, little ways God speaks and touches me
#1714 ~ all the senses God gave so I can sense more of Him
#1715 ~ cherry pie in a box
By the end of the third evening, I felt like opening up my bible again and look what I came across. . .
O taste, and see that the Lord is good!
How has God comforted you, blessed you today or any day besides with His Word?
Oh, there are SO many ways if we just look and listen and smell and feel and taste