My husband processed a common fowl rooster today.
(For those unfamiliar with the terminology, common fowls in Jamaica are the free-ranging chickens that forage, or are typically fed with food scraps🤗)
So, my husband cooked that rooster in the pressure cooker and used a little of the meat to make some soup.Â
He strolled into the room with his bowl of soup, and then the children came in.Â
“Yeeaaah!”
“Daddy, I want some!”
My husband was of a different opinion:
“Not even my wife is getting any!”
We didn’t notice when the children left the room. But when I heard the sound of clanging metal approaching, I quickly realised what was about to go down:
“Your children have gone to get spoons”, I laughed.
And so it was – each child came happily with a spoon and sat down around the bowl.
My husband still wouldn’t budge.
But then I got a revelation:
“Honey, this is faith in action! This is a picture of prayer!”
Pretty soon, the husband/father who had adamantly refused to share his precious soup, gave up the entire bowl to his three persistent children.
Lesson?
When you’re asking God for soup, go get a spoon!🥳🤣
Thanks for stopping by 🌺.
