O Lord, thank You for ruffles of green lettuce that portend fresh salads for supper. For little Roma tomatoes that vow we won’t have to eat store-bought, pink-plastic fare for long. For blackberry blossoms that promise a future yummy pie. OMG, I’d love for You for wave a magic wand. Make it happen without weeding. But is the wait-watch-and-work part of Your gift to us?
Father, Thank You for an abundant squash harvest I continue to slice, dice, sauté, steam, freeze, bake and pickle. Yet, I realize I’m not the only cook who’s dealt with one-item menus. During the biblical exodus, Israelite cooks probably made manna bread, manna pie, manna fritters, manna casseroles and manna sloppy joes as they wandered in the desert. OMG … will my squash barrage last for 40 years too?
Father, drought had caused our garden row of lettuce to falter, but You gifted us with this volunteer patch on our compost heap! Not exactly the biblical version of manna, but OMG, we fresh-lettuce-lovers will take it. Thank You!
O Lord, I’m thankful that You bless Your people with food. Though, um, we didn’t expect yellow tomatoes. Lots of them. I imagine the children of Israel didn’t expect manna, either. Tons of it. OMG, I suppose if those desert wanderers learned to eat Manna Surprise, I guess I can learn to eat yellow spaghetti sauce.
This prayer was originally published on August 22, 2016.
