Farnsworth Sisters

Pick-a-Sandwich

Last year if any child wanted to take a lunch he made his own — when the menu at school was bad.  This year, all want to take their lunch, including Kevan, so I decided I would make them. Less mess, or more efficient, or at least I will know what I need to buy at the store.  So, 5:45 scripture,  at 6:00am I am in a mad dash to have Jo and Kevan’s lunch before they leave at 6:15.  Of course, since all the stuff is out I just make them all at once.  Seven sandwiches doesn’t sound too daunting until you get the specifics involved, and remember the hour of day:

One with mayo, one no cheese, two with lettuce, cucumbers, any veggies you got, three with cucumbers on the side “cuz the sandwich gets mushy,” ham vs. turkey, etc.   This doesn’t count for the type of chips, fruit/veggie choice, (apple slices with lemon or no lemon on, whole apple, don’t even think of giving me carrots), etc.  All want cookies, I thought, until Nate came home and said two cookies is not necessary.  (Weird). Add in three snacks for school snack times. Names on bags, not Jo’s — not needed for high school,  Kevan has his own bag, Grace has a pink lunch box, names on Grant and Nate’s, and initials on Spencer’s for my sake.  Wow.  Spencer came home laughing the  other day at what did and didn’t get into his lunch.  (And I have only done this 5 days).

So I was chuckling to myself  this morning because it has turned into such a mental gymnastics,  and I was mulling over, in a foggy way, why I was doing this.   I realized I like thinking of each of the kids’ day and knowing they each have a good lunch.   (Besides, it is a short-lived brain strain.)  Anyway, I had a real clear scripture come to my mind, “What man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone?  If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?”

This flash of revelation was perfectly timed as I worked in my parental role.  I felt the Lord was telling me of how much He loves me, wants to have my needs met, and see me truly happy, just as I was trying for my kids.   I do know He communicates often with me and loves when I include Him all areas of my life, just like I do with my own kids.  I am thankful for a perfect Father in Heaven who knows and loves me.

 

 

 

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  1. Michelle

     /  August 26, 2011

    Mom assigned us each a day to make lunches for everyone, and there were two choices of sandwiches. If you tried to say no mustard or honey not jelly, the answer was NO SPECIAL ORDERS.