Some weeks are better than others with actually getting the meal out and delivered. It really depends on what I'm serving my family for dinner. If I prepare a roast, I always share. If I prepare a potpie with leftover roast, I only sometimes share. (I have to make sure there is enough to feed my own family first.)
When I decided I wanted chickens, my plan was to make quiche as part of Operation Service. For some reason, older people love this bacon-cheddar quiche, as I have discovered through several family members. So yesterday afternoon, I decided to use some of the dozens of eggs in my fridge, and I set out to make quiches. Two, in fact. One to split amongst the neighbors and one for the children's breakfast.
And while it was still warm from the oven, we delivered quiche to our elderly neighbors. Five of the children walked with me and were very proud to carry and personally deliver the food. (One neighbor wasn't home, so I delivered it on my way to my town meeting last evening.)
Spenser's drawing from church sums up how we feel.
I We are happy when we serve others.
(Sadly last night on my way home from the meeting, there was an ambulance in front of Bud's house. He was having chest pains and called 911. He was walking and alert, so we are hopeful and praying for him. We heard he was being transferred to a hospital in Baltimore today.)