In making a pot of chicken soup, the memory came flooding back like it was just yesterday.
We were new to the church when I began to attend the women’s Bible Study. She was older than I and gentle in nature, which drew everyone to talk with her. Her wisdom and faithfulness to prayer made her a woman from whom we all learned.
And I did.
Upon hearing she had been hospitalized for a surgery, I was moved to make a meal. It was the very same soup I making at the moment. Along with the soup, I brought a homemade loaf of bread, a pound cake, and flowers.
So very simple.
Not knowing the family very well, I called to ask if I could drop the meal off to the house. Her daughter came to the door, as I hesitantly rang the doorbell, putting me at ease as she explained her mom was on her way home and would be delighted,
Once recovered, she thanked me for the soup often, making mention of how her family had appreciated the comfort the meal had brought, especially the little meatballs in the soup.
Now years later, for she has been with the Lord for some time, I still think of her each time when making the soup and forming the small balls of meat.
We call such meals – “comfort food”. Mirriam-Webster defines such food as “food prepared in a traditional style having a usually nostalgic or sentimental appeal.”
That is what we all long for. Food that brings back a memory. That reminds you of a happier time and place, perhaps with family or friends. Simply eating such food brings your heart and mind “home” to the place we feel safe, loved, and soothed.
In these days of many needs, we all can reach out to someone.
Send a card.
Make a phone call.
Prepare a meal.
“All praise to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. God is our merciful Father and the source of all comfort. He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others.” (2 Corinthians 1:3-4, NLT)
Bring the comfort.