The plan had been oatmeal.
I had packed a baggie of oatmeal, yesterday, a Tupperware bowl and a spoon with the intent of finding hot water somewhere and mixing a healthy, if not completely bland, lunch
Instead, I was invited to lunch filled with noodle kugels, salads and handmade meatballs, a blessing that cost me nothing.
Once again as it has happened so many times before, the Lord took what I had expected and replaced it with something better.
Today the plan was once again oatmeal.
After all, the budget is tight and there is the future to plan and save for.
But with the memories of yesterday's feasting fresh on my mind oatmeal just seems bland and inadequate.
So instead, I take myself out for Asian.
My very favorite.
Over Bangkok noodles and egg rolls I luxuriate in food that really is my favorite and realize two distinct truths:
1) This too is a blessing, a grace. The spice, the sounds of the wok and the chopsticks, an undeserved and unwarranted help.
2) This may be exactly why the budget is tight.
