On Sundays, I meal prep for the week, cutting up vegetables and produce for upcoming lunches and dinners, to save me time after work.
I’ve been doing this for years, and up until the last few Sundays, this time felt like a hassle and a painpoint in my weekend. But nowadays, it feels like sacred time with God’s sacred food.
I’ve been a healthy eater for most of my life, but lately, I have more of an appreciation for the healthy food I put on my plate each day, realizing that many either don’t have access to that healthy food, can’t afford it, or are unaware of its benefits to them.
The raw vegetables and produce that take an hour to chop up on Sunday afternoons feel like gifts from God’s garden. Nourishment for my body. Blessings for well-being. God’s glorious, edible creation. Whole and colorful. Fresh and organic from the earth.
How grateful I am to be able to buy, chop, prepare and eat this sacred food.
God said, “Behold, I have given you every plant yielding seed that is on the face of all the earth, and every tree with seed in its fruit. You shall have them for food. And to every beast of the earth and to every bird of the heavens and to everything that creeps on the earth, everything that has the breath of life, I have given every green plant for food.” And it was so. (Genesis 1:29-30)