FOOD

“Me think I doth protest too much.” It may not be a protest so much as it is likely an overstatement. I don’t remember making any comments or even hinting that I needed or wanted anything. The first comment I did make was that I had just returned from the grocery store where I got milk and some eggs and that I had needed those items for five days. So Gail says, why didn’t you tell me? I would have gotten you some. And I said, because you will not let me pay for the items if I ask you to pick them up. It’s true you know.

On Tuesday there were two very large bags of groceries outside my door. I may have commented that I was going to the food bank the next day but I didn’t ask for anything. Going to the food bank before I go grocery shopping is not unusual. That is my normal routine. Again, today there was more food in two smaller bags when I returned from the store. I don’t know why. And finally, Chas just arrived with some Rockfish. I’ve never had Rockfish so I hope it doesn’t break my teeth.

I feel like I’ve become someone’s charity case. Just because I wear sweatshirts that are ragged, and running shoes that look like they survived the war in Afghanistan, and the same pair a pants until they say, “Behold, he stinkth,” it seems like an over reaction.

I am not belittling the group of “givers” but I can manage. I am not destitute nor do I lack sustenance. If anyone doubts that, they need only look at my girth to think otherwise. I am personally preparing for the seven lean years by filling the granaries in preparation. I may not survive the long term but I have much on which to subsist for a very long time.

Actually I appreciate everyone’s kindness. All the gifts allow me to put more toward my medical bills. I have only two left. One bill will be paid off by August and I will only have the hospital bill left. That will be completed in early 2012. I’m looking up. The sun is shining, birds are singing “lose weight,” and the world is smiling. I have a good life, Bless His Holy Name.

James 16:17 Do not err, my beloved brethren. Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning. KJV (That’s how I memorized it years and years and years (got it yet?) years ago).