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cooking together.

A few weeks ago a cooking class spontaneously came out of a day of baking. The ladies at church asked me to teach them how to make cake. I was excited about this opportunity for many reasons, but mostly just to share and interact with these ladies that I have come to love so very much.

We made some cupcakes and cookies. It was a mess to say the least. I did not think about needing to convert the measurements into the metric system for them. Eventually, we figured it out and we had a lot of fun.

I'm not sure who came up with the idea to have cooking class every week but we decided that it should and that it should be international, learning how to make foods from all over the world.

We started off with French food.

The quiche was quite a hit and very delicious.

The next week we made Mexican food. You can see pictures from that delicious taco-filled day at our baking blog, here

In the next few weeks, we'll be making Indian food, Korean food, Mongolian food, Greek food (maybe) and Russian food, to name a few. 

I mentioned a little bit about this on the cooking blog but being able to share a meal and talk with these ladies has been such a blessing for me. Cooking and eating is something that all people do. No matter who you are or where you are from. 

Cooking brings people together because it is a part of our every day life. When we cook together, we are living life together. When we live life together, we can be a part of each other's ebbing and flowing. 

In that cooking, sharing and living we are blessed with great meaning.

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The Prayer of the Empty Water Jar

Jesus, I come into the warmth of your presence
knowing that you are
the very emptiness of God.

I come before you
holding the water jar of my life.

Your eyes meet mine
and I know what I'd rather not know.

I came to be filled
but I am already full.

I am too full
This is my sickness

I am full of things
that crowd out
your healing presence.

A holy knowing steals inside my heart
and I see a painful truth.

I don't need more
I need less
I am too full.

I am full of things that block out
your golden grace.

I am smothered by gods of my own creation
I am lost in the forest of my false self
I am full of my own opinions and narrow attitudes
full of fear, resentments, control
full of self-pity, and arrogance.

Slowly this terrible truth
pierces my heart
I am so full there is no room for you.

Contemplatively, and with compassion
you ask me to reach into my water jar.

One by one, Jesus, you enable me
to lift out the things
that are a hindrance to my wholeness.

I take each one to my heart and