Hungry Girl?

I got home this morning from a friend's house, opened the pantry door, and announced,

"There's nothing to eat in here!"

As soon as the words left my mouth, images of hungry kids in Guatemala popped into my head involuntarily. I mentally corrected myself, feeling sheepish,

"There's nothing to eat in here that's instant and delicious."

Bah.

I dug around our freezer and found some chicken nuggets. After popping them in the oven, I put noodles on the stove to boil and dug around the bottom shelf of our pantry for a can of green beans.

Twenty minutes later I grabbed the ketchup, flopped down on the couch, and turned on ESPN. My aforementioned friend banned me from any form of sports television because (insert whiny voice here) "it's my birthday!" I did, however, manage to check my brackets via phone; she protested that, as well, saying that I was addicted, but I semi-politely informed her that, no, the general population of America follows March Madness just as closely as I do if not closer, and that she was in the minority, and that she was also a BIRTHDAYZILLA.

At any rate, I had a lot of catching up to do. I balanced my plate of yumminess on my knees, salted the green beans and dug in. As the baseball stats were being reported, I chewed thoughtfully and tried to pinpoint the feeling that was lingering in my stomach.

I thought long and hard before it hit me.

Satisfaction.

Could it be that I enjoyed, savored, and was more grateful for my meal more than usual because I put... effort into it?



..........



Nah.

On a completely different note, our family is doing much better now; we're doing great, in fact. There are several options for Lily that we hadn't even considered before, and there have been some new doors open. God is good! Lily was back to her normal schedule on Wednesday, everyone is relaxed again.