Lasagna

it just might change the world

Last night my sweet neighbor rang our door bell and delivered a homemade lasagna in a shiny disposable foil pan. At first I was confused… I think the last time someone delivered disposable dinner I had just had a baby. It took me a minute… but I was nearly in tears when I realized what she had done for me. She had used her time and resources to bless me.
This was a sacrificial gift.

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She didn’t even know that I haven’t really cooked much of anything this week.
(unless you want to count mac n’ cheese as cooking… in which case, I have cooked up a storm multiple times.)
Truthfully, I haven’t cooked much of anything since we put the house on the market… don’t want to dirty the kitchen, don’t want the house to smell weird, and let’s be honest… those are great excuses when you are just dog tired!

Ok, back to the lasagna… that shimmering, tin foil wrapped, gift of comfort food meant so much more to me than just a meal.

In situations like this, lasagna is so much more than a tray of noodles and sauce, it is an expression of love.
To me, this lasagna meant; “I have your back, I am here if you need me, and I know it can be hard.”

It meant a hardy dinner on a cool fall night.
It meant my kids would have full bellies without their mama being stressed about marinara splattering the cooktop.
It meant someone saw my struggle.
It meant someone saw a need and met it.

Isn’t it funny how something as basic as food can really mean so much more?
Isn’t it amazing how simple it can be to make someone feel seen/loved?

Julie and her lasagna met me where I was/am and helped to carry my load.
It just made it all a little better.
This is such a beautiful example of loving one another well.

What if we all followed Julie’s example a little more often?
Of course, it doesn’t have to be a homemade lasagna… it could be something as simple as;
taking the cart back to the store when you walk past the mama buckling her people in,
it could be smiling at and thanking the barista,
it could be a “I’ve been there too” to the mama with the 2-year-old tantrum thrower at story time,
it could be offering to grab something from Costco while you’re there (thank you Anne),
it could really be a million different things without ever having to be lasagna.

So my questions for you are:
When was the last time you saw a need and met it? (It’s been a while for me.)
Have you ever had someone see your need and meet it?

I want to read your stories either in the comments below or on Facebook. Please share them with me, with us!

Let’s encourage one another with our experiences and by golly, let’s follow Julie’s lead and love each other well.

Julie, from the bottom of my heart, Thank YOU!

 

 

 

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  1. I love this post! It’s so true–the small gestures say so many big things. We all struggle, we have bad days, and when someone can see it and offer kindness instead of judgement, it can make our world softer and more bearable. Thanks for sharing your life Christen!