Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Years ago I signed up the have the missionaries over for dinner. Money was tight and I only had one pound of ground beef and decided to make enchiladas. As I made these enchiladas I think that I must have been crying inside, knowing that this was all the food we had until payday-which was about 3 days away. I wondered if I was doing the right thing...feeding these missionaries instead of my children. I continued making enchiladas. Rolling the meat into the tortillas and sprinkling with cheese. I made 1 pan...then 2 pans...then a third pan. I couldn't believe how many enchiladas I made with just one pound of ground beef. After the missionaries ate I think I had 3 pans of enchiladas still left. It was a miracle---not unlike the miracle that occured around 2000 years ago. God does live. He still is a maker of miracles.
Posted by Cindy at 5:19 PM