Our first week of summer has been so fun and relaxing, but a little more interesting than I thought it would be.
One of the guys who works with Trey at Mercy Street took his twelve year old mentee on a mission trip to Zambia. They left Sunday afternoon.
Monday morning, Trey reminded me that we had agreed to spend this week praying for these friends. Oh, and eating what, like, 90% of the world eats on a daily basis; rice, beans, and oatmeal.
"But prayer is so powerful on it's own and I think I actually pray more fervently with Milk Duds by my side." I don't really, I was just angling for a loophole.
"I know you do baby, but it will be a good reminder to us of how blessed we are to have all we have in this country."
I think Trey could tell I wasn't excited. Excited, no - but I was all in.
The kids, not so much. They've tried, but cheated a little with go-gurts, bananas, and fresh baked brownies that my sweet (or evil) friend Lauren made for us.
Sadie said from the get-go that she "didn't think she was going to partithipate" but even she's eaten her fair share of beans and rice.
Now don't get me wrong, I haven't been exactly hard core. I KNOW Mild Dud's don't grow on trees in Zambia but I've pretty much convinced myself that Diet Coke is a staple around the world and, last night, when my friend Tracy brought dinner for Mercy Street Fellowship, I couldn't not eat a little plate of her fabulous chicken spaghetti.
I mean, that would have just been rude.
Aside from that, we've spent the week eating some really bland meals but it has been an incredible reminder of how much we take for granted - even the food on our table. With over a billion people on this planet earning less than $1 a day, what is it that I need that I don't already have?
I'm pretty sure, not much.