Thoughts on life from Pat Oaks
A pot of beans
I woke this morning with vertigo. This is not a new thing but sometimes it happens more frequently than others. Whenever it happens, it isn't fun.
We have two house guests moving in with us and the guys had to go pick one of them up at a hospital in Kingsport. I was going to go but since I was pretty much out of it, Tommy and John boy went. I had a big crock pot of mixed beans that I put on to cook last night, and had Tommy turn it on again, before he left, planning on having it for supper, since I didn't feel like cooking.
When I finally got up I decided that I would also fix some spaghetti squash and warm up some leftover bison chili I had made a couple of nights ago. I set the table and got ready for Tommy, John boy and Tyler to get back from the hospital.
After they got here, I called them in for supper. Before they got into the kitchen there was a knock at the back door, and four of our neighborhood boys were standing there. We hadn't seen them in a couple of weeks, and one of them actually had the corona virus. They came in looking for John boy, of course.
I pulled the table out, set 4 more places, threw together a salad, and invited them to eat. I knew they would. This has happened before.
About the time we started to pass the food, Tyler had to get up and take a phone call. By the time he got back...all the salad was gone, all the chili, and most of the spaghetti squash! Thank goodness for the pot of beans!
Here is the kicker. I did not know last night that I was going to have a vertigo attack this morning. I knew we would be gone all day picking up Tyler, so I decided to go ahead and have something ready to eat when we got home. I also did not know that 4 hungry teen age boys were going to show up on my door step. The Lord knew though. I am absolutely convinced that God was behind that pot of beans.
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