The Empty Jar

photo (2)I have so many things to be thankful for. I am blessed beyond what I should be (that’s grace for ya!) and there are days the remembrances of blessings past and present overwhelm my human heart.

One of those blessings is my empty jar. Yes, a jar. The CEO of the company I work for asked me once if I liked pesto. Um, yeah… doesn’t everyone? Anyway, the next day he brought me pesto in a jar. That night I made the BEST shrimp dish EVER with it – shrimp, pesto, avacado, tomato, goat cheese, onions. His pesto has nuts in it, which I love. It gives the pesto such a different flavor. I sent him a picture of my dish because I loved it that much. Taking pictures of food is not my thing. I ended up deleting my instagram account because most of the pictures were of food. Don’t get me wrong. I love food. To a fault. I just don’t want to look at pictures of food all the time. But that’s just me.

Anyway, back to my jar. When my jar was empty I washed it to return the following day. When I gave it back, the CEO informed me that anytime I brought it back he’d fill it with something. Just because he loves doing it. WHAT? Heck ya!

So today I arrived at work to find that my jar was filled with home-made hummus. It was sitting in the refrigerator with my name on it. How great is that?? Pretty great. Definitely a great way to begin a long work day.

My jar reminds me, too, that so often we feel sheepish returning “empty” to our Father for him to fill us up. But we shouldn’t. He LOVES us and LOVES doing it FOR us. The coming, the washing, the talking, the filling up… all of it. He doesn’t turn us away EVER because of the crusty old stuff left-over from whatever life left on us. He simply washes it, fills it with something good and returns it FILLED. Filled with GOOD stuff. No traces of the old. How great is that? Amazing, really. A miracle.

So sometimes you may get pesto and sometimes you may get hummus. Whatever it is, it’s bound to be good.

Because our Heavenly Father is good.

Something About A Country Song

This has to be one of my favorite nights. Sitting on the couch with hot chocolate, dressed in sweats (YAY for cold weather), and watching the CMA awards. If you had told me when I was younger that I would like country music I would have laughed in your face. Not to be mean, but I didn’t care for it. All those sad songs with the heavy twang was just… well… not my favorite.

Something happened as I got older. My taste in music grew as it also did in foods. I’d like to think I matured a bit in how I thought about both but if you know me well you know the food issue probably will never mature. Ha. When I was teaching, my coworkers would tease me about what I ate because the lunches I packed were exactly the same as the kids I was teaching. Maybe that’s why I got along so well with my students. Common ground.

I will say, though, that country music has grown on me. So much so, that I have more country stations programmed than any other genre. And I have a folder FULL of songs purchased from iTunes. I identify with many of the songs. My passionate “concerts” have probably been seen multiple times as I traveled to work and back. The great thing about being older is you really don’t care. You don’t care if you pull up next to someone while singing at the top of your lungs. You don’t care because it doesn’t matter what other people think of you. It matters what you think of you. And when you’re identifying with a country song, you’ve just got to express it. If you’re me, anyway. 😉

There are days when only a country song will do. Today was one of those days.