I had friends over for dinner and games again on Saturday night, and one of them commented about me that "Food is my primary love language" and she was totally right. It delights me to cook and to provide a meal for someone. Not only do I try to do this often for friends and family, it's also what motivates me to volunteer for Meals for Wheels, and what motivated me in the past to start the nonprofit "Groton Community Dinners" and help host meals at churches I've worked for. I once read this great book about this very topic, called "Take This Bread: A Radical Conversion" by Sara Miles. Sara, a lesbian left-wing journalist who was raised an atheist, one day wandered into a church, received communion, and found herself transformed; her new-found faith centered on feeding the hungry and within a few years, she started nearly a dozen food pantries in the poorest parts of her city. She wrote eloquently about how providing food was the ministry she was called to, and I feel very similarly. Not only do you need food to survive, there is something special about sharing a meal with others; it builds community, which arguably you *also* need to survive, or at least to live a more fulfilling life. Even though most of my calling (sharing food, building community, etc) has been limited by the pandemic, I delight even in these small moments in which I can break bread with others...though not literally bread because...keto :)
With delight,
♥Jamie
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