Last night as I read over this week’s Sunday school Bible story I had no idea how much I would get from it. I teach a three-year-old Sunday school class at my church and today we learned about when manna fell from the sky. We spoke about how God provides for us even if it’s not what we want. As we spoke to the children about being thankful for the food we don’t like I started thinking about my journey next year and all the foods I’m worried about ending up on my plate. I’m an extremely picky eater. Just like the children, this adult sometimes needs a reminder to thank God for providing even when it’s not exactly what I wanted. As I exited the Sunday school classroom, I hurried to the atrium to get breakfast. I was in a hurry this morning and I neglected to grab food and I was out of creamer so I did not have my usual morning coffee. I felt like I was starving. My stomach had been growling and I could imagine the flaky buttery biscuit waiting for me. I wondered would they still have chicken? or maybe bacon egg and cheese? My mouth started watering as I maneuvered around people in the hallway. When I entered the atrium I looked at the empty racks where the biscuits had once been and disappointingly looked next to them at the basket of much less appetizing bagels. I almost said “no thank you” and walked off but then I began to laugh and accepted the bagel. The volunteer looked at me confused. I explained that I was just teaching the kids that God provides, even if it isn’t our favorite food for example bagels. I told the volunteer that we had spoken about the Israelites and how even though manna wasn’t their favorite food God provided. You never know how God may speak to you. In this case, God spoke to me through a Bible story intended for the ears of my precious three-year-olds. I thank God for being so unique and reminding us that if we listen and have faith like a child we can experience the simple joys of life. Thank you, God!
