I know I should not be worrying about my daily bread, and thanks to a young friend, I now have a company that delivers frozen meals. This is especially fortunate, since Loretta is incapacitated with a broken foot, and she used to take care of most of our daily meals.
The young, anonymous friend is none other than my son. The Lord provided this rescuer some fifty odd years ago, and he’s grown up to take care of his family and fit his aging parents in, beside. He is the epitome of generosity and kindness. He makes the goodness of God come true.
I now have to thank not only God but my son, too. This is an epiphany of an occasion, for when I saw that jaundiced baby in the hospital nursery half a century ago, I never thought of this.