So, my sweet friend Clarice, brought me this sweet little book by Mary Ellen Edmunds, called Mee Thinks (link to see it at Deseret Book) when Aubriana was a baby. She also brought me a whole bunch of girly scrapbooking supplies and a stash of candy (isn't she wonderful! she's one of the most generous people I've ever met). Anyway, I just got around to reading it before conference and what a wonderful, fun and inspiring little book. In it, Sister Edmunds has very short chapters, usually on gospel topics that start out with her musing over something or other. I'm going to do my own version of it from time to time on my blog. This is my first entry.
I've been thinking about food. I admit, I hate food. I mean, I love to eat it, I just hate to buy it, decided what to eat, change my mind, find out we're missing enough eggs, and then prepare it, being interpreted by hungry children who are demanding it now and also want drinks. By the time I get to the actual eating, there is a lot of time invested it in. And I'm just going to have it start the process all over again in 4-5 hours! Even Aubriana, who is still nursing, is quite a bit of work. I realized the other day that I spend at least three hours nursing every day (some of that in the middle of the night, which is much worse). I hate daily tasks that never end. Add laundry and dishes and diapers to food prep and you pretty much have my life, with a dash of scrapbooking thrown in (although you can MEASURE progress in scrapbooking, probably one of the reasons I love it so much).
And even then, I realized even with all the hassles of food, I'm quite blessed. I don't have to grow it, harvest it and then alter it into consumable substances. I don't have to feed any animals or milk any cows. I have a fridge. It's much nicer than an actual cow. I don't have to worry about crops failing. What a blessing! I also got to thinking, I wonder why Heavenly Father made it so difficult to keep our bodies running. Why do we have to eat so much?
Well, one reason I thought of was to remind us of our debt to God. When we are provided food, we are thankful. It's one of those things you don't appreciate too much unless you are without and it can be a very quick reminder. I also think there is some symbolism there; after all, Christ is the "bread of life" (John 6:35, Alma 5: 34) and we need him daily (if you're me, you need help more often than just daily), just as we need nourishment for our physical bodies on a regular basis to feel comfortable.