Lately, I’ve come to the realization that God is pretty funny.
So in case you didn’t know, I’m a vegetarian. And I have been for the past 6 years. But while doing the World Race, I have decided to eat whatever is served to me. And in my first country, I have been blessed with the most gracious hosts that have respected my diet. There have been meals where they make something like sausage with scrambled eggs, but Cindy, our host, would make a portion without the sausage for me.
So, this one day, we go to help build a church and some of the locals that we were working with made us lunch. On a super hot day working outside under the beating sun, we have soup for lunch. And each bowl of soup had a piece of chicken in it. We get handed bowls and I get the biggest piece of chicken that’s barely fitting in my bowl and Melissa sitting beside me gets this really small piece. Melissa so kindly offers to trade me which I’m really thankful for.
Then, the other night for dinner, I get handed a tamale. I had kind of started eating it and all of a sudden, Jenny, our host/translator comes running towards me. She says, “Don’t eat it Peggy!!” And shows me the chicken in my tamale. Anjali then comes next to me and tells me her tamale had a really small piece of chicken in it.
It’s funny how God has given me the biggest piece of chicken both times. I think He’s preparing me for Honduras.
