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OATMEAL DAYS

For I have chosen him, so that he will direct his children and his household after him to keep the way of the Lord by doing what is right and just . . ..

   Genesis 18:19, God speaking about Abraham

 
   
Oatmeal days. Not days like graduation days, wedding days or birthing days. Ordinary days. Days when nothing special is going on. Such plain days are for vacuuming, making Jell-O, matching socks and paying bills. These are the days commonly on my mind.          

     In connection with common days, I’ve especially been thinking about the patriarch Abraham. On such plain days, Abraham was probably making sure his huge tribe had food, clothing and shelter. Besides superintending his family, the Genesis text mentions 318 trained men born in his household who helped protect his nomadic compound. He fed an army! Abraham had plenty of common days filled with everyday chores: overseeing his possessions and herdsmen, eating, sleeping, enjoying his family, traveling, taking naps on rainy days, training his army, inspecting fabric for new tents, trading choice flock for food and delicacies.

     Abraham’s ordinary days must have far outnumbered his glory days. He lived 63,875 days to the age of 175. In his biblical biography, there are approximately 27 milestone events recorded. If each distinct event took one year to unfold, Abraham might have used up 27 years of his life span for special days. I suspect those leftover 148 years brought a lot of ordinary days.

      Oatmeal days is a coined phrase one woman attaches to no-frill-or-thrill days. God assigns oatmeal days to each family unit, and the plentiful, plain days offer many times to direct family to follow the ways of the Lord.

     Sometimes guilt attacks like a hornet when I’m involved in mundane chores like scrubbing floors or sweeping down cobwebs from my back porch. When that happens, I’ve deemed those tasks not as valuable in the sight of God as spooning soup into an invalid's mouth, but every act of service is important to living out God's purpose.

     Whether my days are “oatmeal ordinary” or “Richter-scale grand,” each day is an opportunity for obeying God’s assignment. On ho-hum days when my family tract is kept tidy and functional, it is being readied so those in my care can "keep the way of the Lord, by doing what is just and right" (Genesis 18:19).


Lord of all my days, even my dusting and mopping, lead me to 100 per cent devotion. In the name of Jesus who told a kingdom story about a woman sweeping a house.

Amen.

   


FRIENDSHIP

A friend loveth at all times. Proverbs 17:17
 

   An elderly friend made a generous offer to my family. Her prolific fall garden produced a crop of turnip greens, our favorite vegetable. “Come pick anytime,” was Connie’s kind invitation, but her turnip greens matured the exact week of a large family wedding.

     Out-of-towners arrived expecting Tex-Mex dishes. Tuxedos needed to be picked up, and beds needed clean linens. Disappointed, I turned down Connie’s generous offer.

      Greens require a lot of “attention” before the first fork full is ever enjoyed. The majority of work is in the de-sanding process. Large leafed greens require several hosings outside, a few kitchen sink washings, then several rounds of draining and inspections to assure all sand is rinsed away. For the delicate palate, grit and greens don't mix.

    After greens are clean, they get the boiling water plunge, minimizing fluffiness. Next, they are cooled in ice water and drained before freezing. The entire process, called blanching, leaves the vitamins intact. The grit’s gone. The good stuff is saved.

      During the busy wedding week, I phoned my friend Doris. I learned she’d received the same offer from Connie. We discussed a rather unusual, but perhaps easier method of ridding greens of sand with the aid of a washing machine. After our telephone conversation, my mind was back on bows and beaus and bells and belles. I forgot about gleaning greens.

      After the wedding, exhaustion set in, but within a few days my husband and I were sitting up again and taking nourishment. That’s when my friend Doris phoned and asked if she could drop by. In half an hour, she knocked on our back door. When I answered her knock, I saw an ice chest, a huge blue bowl and a meek smile on her face. She brought 15 bags of frozen greens and a bowl of bacon flavored cooked greens. 

      Truth is—back door guests are best. Doris picked greens, used the washing machine technique and froze greens for our family. Again, her Southern hospitality showed. For over 30 years, Doris has made an imprint on my heart through her around-the-clock friendship.

     In my relationship with friends, whether I share tea and crumpets or tears and tissues, I need to remember the lesson from the greens.

     Keep washing away the grit. Save the good stuff.

Dear God, I lift my hands in thanksgiving for my devoted friends. I lift up those who stick by my side through celebrations and do not abandon me in needy, darker moments. In the name of my best friend, Jesus.  Amen. 

 

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