Monday, May 3, 2010

Two prayers with one slice

A few nights ago my friend brought me a delicious 5 point dinner (we are doing Weight Watchers together)--grilled chicken in a pita with hummus and veggies.  I ate it and then sent Dan to buy pizza for everyone else for dinner.  I was doing yard work (pulling dandelions in a somewhat obsessive manner) so Dan and the children ate pizza together and I came in later.  After the children were all in bed, I started to feel hungry again and discovered that there was a box full of leftover pizza on the stove--a lot more than usual.  I helped myself to several slices of the deep dish pepperoni, figuring it was my portion that I hadn't eaten earlier in the evening.

The next morning when Adam came to our bed to snuggle, he started talking about how excited he was to eat his remaining three pieces of pizza that he was too full to finish the night before.  Doh.  I told him that I was pretty sure I had eaten those pieces and he went ballistic.  He was crying and screaming about how I always steal his food, and Dan told me later how he was picturing Adam in therapy the rest of his life working through this issue.  When I realized what I had done, and then saw how Adam was reacting, I started praying that by some miracle I had left one piece of the deep dish pepperoni in the box, although I was pretty sure I hadn't.  After a few minutes I told Adam that there were a few pieces of the regular cheese pizza left, so he went out to the kitchen, still wailing, to have one of those.  When he opened the pizza box, there to our astonishment, was one last piece of deep dish pepperoni.   Dan said, "See Adam, God does love you."  But I was pretty sure He had conjured that miraculous piece of pizza, perhaps fashioning it out of a leftover crust, because He loves me.

7 comments:

Seth and Sharon said...

Thanks for this story! I always get in trouble for stealing food:)

Sarah said...

Hahaha...I love it! God does love you :)

LL said...

Great story!

We, unfortunately, did not experience a similar miracle with the M&M's yesterday....

Naomi said...

Our kids always get mad at us for taking their food, but we are just being efficient!

Suzanne said...

What a wonderful story. The prayers where my heart is truly, completely in it are usually in response to one of my children's broken heart. Yaey for pieces of pizza!

Southern Spud said...

LOVE the pizza story. In our family, the hubby is the one always stealing the food!!! (I ask first, although I'm starting to give up on that for sake of actually getting something to eat.)

Also love that your kids (or at least Adam) come(s) to your bed for snuggles. Great, huh! (Except when you're nursing child #2 and child #1 wants the other kid outta the way!) ;)

Sarah Evans said...

I love this...oh, how I hated when that would happen to me and with so many siblings it was bound to. We got to the point of writing our names on thing in the fridge and putting "Do Not Eat" across in permanent marker. I would love to say this worked, but it failed me a few times...he will survive!