I can't thank you all enough for your ideas yesterday! They were so incredibly helpful and I can't wait to try out your recipes.
Ultimately, what I need to remember is that my mother-in-law reads my blog and somehow, the fact that I didn't know what I would be serving a group of 50 in a few short hours is enough to send her into full disaster prevention mode. And she's good, real good.
She could totally have been a Navy SEAL if Demi Moore hadn't ruined it for all the women. It's true, Bryan, stop shaking your head. She has mad skills.
By noon, I knew what I would serve but hadn't begun preparing anything. It might lead you to believe that my gifts lie in the formulation of the "plan", not so much in the execution. I like to call myself a visionary. It has a nice ring.
Further proof of this might be the fact that while I was leisurely lunching with an old friend, not having even gone to the grocery store yet, Candy was calling me on my cell phone repeatedly while pushing a cart through Sam's Club throwing in whatever she thought might feed a group of ravenous Jesus freaks. She obviously didn't know my "plan".
I, unfortunately, could not hear my phone because Chick-Fil-A does not have a quiet zone and the sound of my children contemplating the free ice cream vs. toy conundrum is enough to drown out a sonic boom.
This is where I admit to the public that, if my mother-in-law has a panic attack one day in the middle of Sam's Club, I may be responsible.
Anyway, when she finally got in touch with me at, um, say 2:45ish, she had taken the reins and bought enough Sloppy Joe fixin's to feed an army.
I promise I had a "plan". I did. Really.
It would have failed miserably.
We ended up with way more people at church last night than I expected and ten pounds of Sloppy Joe's barely covered it. My "plan" would not have covered 1/2 of the people for dinner. I may be a visionary, but that doesn't mean I'm a good one. Instead, we had yummy sandwiches, chips, watermelon, cake and ice cream and lots and lots of happy, and full worshipers.
And maybe one mother-in-law who has now developed a nervous tick.
Again, I got to see how the Lord always provides exactly what we need, often in spite of my efforts. Thankfully, his plan is not our "plan", and His ways are not our ways.
Thanks again for your suggestions!