Print Edition

Print Edition
Subscribe to the print edition of Tonica News!

BCR Alerts

BCR Alerts
Stay connected to us wherever you are! With bcralerts, get breaking news updates along with other area information sent to you as a text message to your wireless device or by e-mail.
Column

She won’t forget to eat, or pray

Food nourishes, but so does the word of God

Out of the mouths of babes! One day, many moons ago at lunch, I was all fired up about God and was talking, talking, talking to my luncheon companion.

As I talked, I heard a little voice (of the day care child who was tagging along) say, “Eat, Lori.”

The tyke was apparently concerned that in my enthusiasm, I would forget to consume the food that was before me. My companion and I laughed over the ridiculousness of the statement.

I believe my comment back to him went something like this, “Well, thank you child, for reminding me, because it seems I might just starve to death if you hadn’t been here. As you can see, I’m practically wasting away!”

I love sarcasm, even when it is lost on the youthful.

Anorexic has never been a word to describe me. I have never allowed my scale to be less than heavily burdened. My clothing sizes include anything in the double digits from 10 all the way up.

I am truly a Fat Old Mom, so the hilarity of his statement hit me full force. I may forget to brush my teeth. I may forget to wash my face. I may not always have time to go to the bathroom, but I have never FORGOTTEN to eat.

I love to eat. I love the taste of food. I love the preparation of food. I love shopping for food. It is a part of everything I do.

I include it in family time. I include it in celebration. It consoles me. When I want to show someone I care — I bake. When I am concerned for someone, I offer to cook for them. I know people like it when I fix them something. I love how their eyes light up when they see me with a container of cookies.

I own many cookbooks and cooking implements. Pampered Chef is my friend. Tupperware invitations send me into a happy little dance. I find fulfillment in food and all the emotions surrounding it.

Do I feel this way about Jesus and prayer? I would like to think so. At the end of the day, if someone asks me about my relationship with Christ, I would like to use all of the above examples to define that relationship.

I would like to think that he consumes my day, that I want to share him with others. I would like to think that I can’t wait to be alone with him and consume his word. I would like to think he is the cornerstone of all of my family functions, the basis for my outreach.

I would like to think being invited to Christian events would stir the emotion within me that a Tupperware invitation does.

As my walk progresses, I find these things to be truer and truer about my everyday life, but I still am not to the place where I would laugh out loud about the lunacy of the statement, “Pray, Lori,” as if it would be beyond my comprehension that I might NOT.

Hopefully someday, I will get to the point in my life where I may forget to eat, but I will never forget to pray and put Jesus first in my thoughts, life and actions.

Note to readers: Lori Boekeloo of Hennepin is a mother of three. She can be reached at lorianne67@hotmail.com, or friend her on Facebook for more humor and inspiration on a daily basis.

Loading more