Pot of Soup

All year around a pot of soup simmering on a back burner can be creating a meal. Contents differ by the season of the year and seasoning by the maker of the pot. When the cook dips a spoon to lift offerings from the bottom, any vegetable of the alphabet may surface. Today, at this moment, in the life pot of soup we are part of, each of us comes up as a survivor only if the process is tweaked to help us come though the making without scorching and being scraped up and tossed down the disposal.

We’re in the heat of the day’s demands. Simple decisions like deciding when to water the lawn. Stopping everything else to delete unwanted requests for support for various causes. A list of to do from paying bills to writing thank you notes to picking up children after school. Coming through the swirl of the day with a meal to serve requires that we thwart distractions and focus on a product as perfect as we can make under the circumstance.

Evening comes and that enticing smell of something special fills the house. We have tended to our day and have survived to be the offerer of a meal. Not only was it us, but as Lowell’s poem states, “Standeth God within the shadows keeping watch o’er all His own.” His unseen tweaking and twarting have been a part of the day allowing each of us to thrive. A disparate mix of the morning’s beginning has become a feast over which can be said. “Lord, make us thankful for these and all other blessings.”

For the eyes of the Lord are on the righteous and his ears are attentive to their prayer, but the face of the Lord is against those who do evil.” 1 Peter 3:12