God’s Got the Turkey

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Monday was Sam the man’s baseball evening and the mother in me so desperately wanted to make the game fun and enjoyable, yet practical, for the entire family.  So what did I decide to do?  Have dinner at the baseball field.  Deciding on something easy, I made an unusual (yes, that was sarcasm) trip to the store for fresh deli turkey since I had all the ingredients for some fine subs.

Honestly, we haven’t had a picnic this spring just yet. So I’m out of practice.  AND the possibility of rain existed. Have YOU ever been to teeball games and waited for the rainout call? Yep, loads of fun. Loads.  With the threat of rain, Taylor, my sweet special needs girl, was privileged to stay at home and eat her dinner with her nurse in peace. (Alright, I admit it- I was jealous.)  The rest of us piled in the minivan; dinner all packed up.  We  drive to the park, caravan (stroller, lawn chairs, blanket, dinner bags, purse) across the field and bunker down, prepared for dinner in the fullest way. After a hearty round of hand sanitizer, all children stare eagerly at the bags…and my heart sinks.

Everything was there. Condiments, napkins, plates, bread…you get the idea.

Everything, that is, except…

the turkey.

Last time I checked, it’s a little tough to have turkey subs without turkey.

I sheepishly admit my failure to my husband and quickly the children catch on to the dilemma.   My awesome husband responds: “It’s not the end of the world.” (He’s a stud.) And I think the kids were happy to eat strawberries & chips- it was like having dessert first.

But me- I felt like a failure.  For several minutes I berated myself mentally, traced all my steps and thoughts in the minutes prior to heading out the door and repeatedly asked: What in the world was I thinking?

Somewhere in the midst of my thoughts, though, came the Holy Spirit prompt:

God’s got the turkey.

Did you know He never forgets anything except our sin? Now if it were me, that would probably be the last thing I’d forget. But Him? He puts it as far as the east is from the west.

So my mistake was chalked up to yet another spiritual lesson.

No harm;

no foul,

or fowl, take your pick. 😉

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4 Comments

  1. Rachel,

    This is my first visit to your blog. Thanks for being so transparent! This sounds like something I would do–and think–and it is comforting to know that I’m not alone! 🙂 And bless you for loving your husband out loud by sharing his great response!

    Blessings!
    Selena

    1. Rachel Wojnarowski says:

      Thanks for stopping by, Selena! Oh goodness, if you don’t have transparency, you don’t have a thing in the blogging world, right? 😉 Thanks for your affirmation and yes, that husband of mine is stellar! 🙂 Blessings to you!

  2. Hey Girl!
    SO funny…. and SO TRUE too! I pray that I continually learn how to treat myself with the love that our Father God does each and every day… no matter the circumstances, or lack of turkey. 😉
    You bless me sister! ~ Amy

    1. Rachel Wojnarowski says:

      just don’t count on me to bring the sandwiches to She Speaks! lol 🙂

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