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“Bring the whole tithe into the storehouse, that there may be food in My house. Test Me in this,” says the LORD Almighty, “and see if I will not throw open the floodgates of heaven and pour out so much blessing that you will not have room enough for it.” Malachi 3:10

I don’t know about you, but I sort of love this dare from God. Our new church takes it literally by providing a food pantry called The Storehouse. It’s for both members of the church and members of the community who are struggling. Now, if you know me well, you know that food, most especially healthy, whole food, is my passion. I get excited to feed people, and I get equally upset when people aren’t fed.

Since we’ve only been in the church for three weeks, so far my contribution has been limited to tithing on our food budget for The Storehouse. I have to admit that I have a huge vision for this place, but it’s not mine to take over. Well, at least that’s what I thought at first.

The Music Man has been telling me for weeks that I’ll end up running the place, and it seems that he may be right. It turns out that the couple who started The Storehouse is moving to the North Africa as permanent missionaries. This whole church move has been so God-led that I believe I will (eventually) run The Storehouse, and I’ve already expressed my interest in being part of this ministry.

I believe that feeding people is one of the ways we show them love. I believe that a food pantry should be better than Spaghettios and Spam. I have a rule of not bringing anything to The Storehouse that I wouldn’t want to feed my own family.

Why couldn’t we make our food pantry whole-foods based? What about food that’s suitable for vegetarians? Celiacs? How can we label foods so that the big eight food allergy sufferers are safe? Why can’t we have fresh foods? 100% whole-grain breads? What about creating a small recipe book to tuck in with the groceries so people know HOW to use a one pound bag of green split peas?

A simpleĀ  labeling system, a walk-in cooler, a partnership with our local bread supply store, the recipes I use with my own family, bound and distributed, dance in my head like Sugar Plum Fairies. I’m a bit tentative, because they all require both a big move of God and the help of many other people.

“Test Me in this,” He says. I long to obey.

This is not a glamorous ministry. It’s not the sort of thing that would grace the cover of a slick magazine or create a quotable speaker on the Christian talk circuit. Still and although, these questions nip at my heart. How do we reach people with the saving message of Jesus when their hunger roars in their ears? How do we convince them of a loving God when their children’s eyes plead for bread? How can we nourish them with the Gospel of love if we don’t nourish their bodies with real nutrition?

What an unbelievable gift this is, to labor with God in the bringing of His Kingdom. This is my heart’s cry, my big dream. All I can do is obey Jesus, and pray that it is His good pleasure to use little me!

The third time he said to him, “Simon son of John, do you love Me?” Peter was hurt because Jesus asked him the third time, “Do you love Me?” He said, “Lord, you know all things; you know that I love You.” Jesus said, “Feed my sheep.” John 21:17

I’m a little late to the party, but if you’re a last minute gal like me, check out A Holy Experience. Ann and the people from She Speaks are giving away a scholarship to the July conference in North Carolina, which seeks to connect women to other women and to the heart of God. Deadline is tomorrow, 9 am!

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Over at A Holy Experience, Ann mentioned how she names her years. I’ve been thinking about that; how these seasons of my life really deserve to be honored. But how does one name a year? What would you call the hardest thing you’ve ever walked through, and why give it a name to remember?

I have the sense that 2011 is going to be trying in a number of ways. That sorta bums me out because 2010 was tough for lots of reasons; pregnancy, physical pain, beginning homeschooling, adding a fourth baby to the mix.

This year, sigh. I started counseling for some of my issues in October, and man, the pressure is mounting. Here’s a recap of my last three months: gave birth, started counseling, was contacted by my father’s estranged brother, my job disappeared, and the cherry on top of the 2010 sundae, my father contacted me a few days ago.

Yeah, that father. The one I haven’t talked to in 12 years and haven’t seen in almost 20. Joy.

Needless to say, there’s a lot to work through.

But back to 2011’s title. It came to me today when I was watching a mediocre movie, When In Rome. The guys were in a bar and I spied a sign in Russian. In English, it’s transliterated “pravda.” Truth.

2011 will be the year of truth. I’m terrified. Bring it on.

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