I rarely follow a recipe when making soup. One of my favorites is pasta fagioli from Olive garden and I have had it so often that I can mirror what is in it.
While throwing a pot of it together this evening I thought about how each ingredient plays a role in how it is flavored, much like our lives and the people in it.
Each person, relative or friend has had some kind of an impact on our life, leaving a memory with that connection.
A parent is most likely our foundation much like the base of our soup. Our siblings, each with their own personalities are like the spices we use to create the flavors. And then there are all the substance ingredients, the vegetables, potatoes, meats whatever we are adding into our soup that become the unique differences we find in our friendships. Once my soup was all put together I realized how nice it looked combined and thought how plain and unappealing it was when it was merely the foundation. I thought about how all the relationships in my life are intertwined in one way or another and like my soup, each ads it's own unique dimension to my life.
I like my soup and I like my life all thrown together.
1 comment:
THis is so true. We could compare each meal we have with people that are in our lioves. Makes a good childrens sermon.
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