“I’m gonna die. Keel over. Die of starvation,” I groaned. You can really work up an appetite climbing trees, playing tag and hide-and-go-seek.
“Dinner’s ready!” mom announced. I ran into the house and plopped into my seat. After the blessing, I ate and ate and ate. Even the hot white mashed stuff with specks of orange in it.
“Mmm. What is this mom? It’s so good.”
“Mashed turnips with some diced carrots mixed in.”
Turnips? Turnips? Mom knows they’re on my Do Not Like list, along with broccoli, greens and brussel sprouts. But . . . why do they taste so good?
Oh yeah. I was hungry . . . real hungry.
Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness for they shall be filled. Matthew 5:6