I went to cook a meal
And realized I had calculated incorrectly,
One can of tomatoes short.
Garlic and meat already sizzling.
What is a mother to do?
As I turned away from my fruitless pantry search,
My eyes fell on a bowl on the counter,
Filled with tomatoes.
A farm share gift from a guest.
Once cut, precisely the right amount needed
To fill my pot. Of course.
I felt loved just that my friend gave me fruit.
How much more then, that the Spirit
Knew what I needed, and provided,
Through the listening obedience of
His daughter.
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