Food for the Grieving

I've been cooking this morning. A friend from my Sunday school class lost her mother this week. An email was sent out to the entire class informing us of this. I called her and all I could think to say (other than I'm sorry) was, "I'm feeling helpless, how can I help you and your family?" As always in this situation, I felt inadequate. She said they could use a couple of meals as they are in the midst of making arrangements for her mom's services. I thought about this and realized that this act of providing food for people who have lost a loved one is a historic act. Generations of people have provided physical nutrition for the grieving. How many meals have been prepared for this reason? I'm not a grief counselor. I'm not a trained minister. But I can make chicken and rice. I realized that this simple thing makes me adequate at this moment. It seems that there are such simple ways to find purpose and meaning in this life. Maybe not some lifelong place where God will send me and boom down, "This is what you're supposed to be doing" but today, I think I'm in the right place at the right time. I also believe my friend (and all of us in our Sunday school class) are in the right place at the right time. A place of support, caring and numerous opportunities to realize that thing of being needed. All our love from Sophia Sunday school class goes out to you and your family today my friend. Peace.