I’m making these for dinner – Chicken Quesadillas (from my Taste of Home cookbook). Looking over the recipe – I see I have chicken – check, got that, onion – check, got that, x,y,z – got all that…until I get to tortillas. Shoot! I didn’t know we were out. *sigh*
Rather than fess up to yet another trip to Costco (and get a good razzing from my tried and true Facebook friends) I decided to make home made tortillas. I’ve done it before & my kids love them. They love anything home made, which is an ego boost for me because I make such a huge portion of all our foods from scratch.
As I was making them my mind wandered. Maybe today, at this same time that I’m making my tortillas there is a lady doing the same thing…somewhere in a hot country, somewhere in the sun. I doubt she has the ultra cool press that I got at a yard sale for a quarter… and even if there were yard sales where she lives, she might not even have .25 to spend on one. But still, she’s making tortillas – flour, water, a little fat, a little salt… rolling them out.
I found myself praying for her. I don’t know her name, I won’t ever meet her – that truly doesn’t matter, because God is bigger than all of that. I prayed she would somehow know the love of Jesus and some day I would meet her in Heaven. That some day we might make tortillas together for some great feast for Him.
Today I was quite content to not have tortillas on hand and with my decision to not drive the 5 min (to my favorite store on the planet) to grab the hefty 50-million pack tortillas for 3.99, because it made me stop and connect with the Lord, with myself, and ultimately with the woman I might not never meet.
And all is right in my world.