To feel safe and warm on a cold wet night, all you really need is soup.
~ Laurie Colwin

A winter’s wind howled at the windows, rattling my little house down to its bones. My dog Shakespeare stiffened with every knock of wind at the panes. “It’s okay,” I reassured him. “It’s just blustery outside. I’ll make us soup. That will make us feel cozy.” I padded into the kitchen and rummaged through the crisper. I found parsnips, turnips, carrots, onions, and celery. “A fine soup this will be, my furry friend!” I said to him, even though I knew he didn’t much care for vegetables. “I’ll add grass-fed beef, too.” His velvet-soft ears perked up as if he understood.

The soup simmered on the stove as the wind continued to shake the house. I curled up on the couch and pulled a throw blanket over me. Shakespeare curled up at my feet. There was nothing more to do with the day than to enjoy the aroma wafting from the kitchen. In a few hours, I’d nourish my body with God’s wholesome foods. I am grateful that I’ve learned how important it is to feed our bodies well, for they have such an important job to do— they house our souls. I thought of the farmer’s weathered hands that lovingly grew the vegetables now cooking on my stove. I thought of the cow that gave its life for me. “Thank you,” I said out loud. Shakespeare raised his head as if to ask if I was speaking to him. I laughed. “I’m thankful for you, too!” I said. He put his head back down, satisfied. Good food and good friends. What an amazing combination for a good life, I thought. What an amazing combination indeed.

Soul Reminders

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