Providence. Not Rhode Island.
Divine Providence. I had not intellectually encountered the concept until my friend Susan shared ideas from her seminary training about 15 years ago. And I periodically ruminate on them. This week I heard them in my pastor’s sermon.
I am preparing food for a church council supper this evening. I could find a recipe and go to the store for ingredients. I choose to open the doors of pantry and refrigerator to see what is there. I begin to create. Fresh vegetables from the garden, rice cooked with curry, a can of pinto beans. The flavors are melding in a big bowl in the refrigerator.
I will call the dish “A Bowl of Providence.”. I learned to cook this way from my maternal grandmother, known to the world as Miz Alice. She too was a part of my providence.
What are you doing with your providence? Have you even looked to see what is there?