The Bible often warns us not to stir up anger, but I was put off when Hebrews 10: 24-25 urges us to stir up love. I thought it was an interesting concept to explore.
Andy's mom had been sick in bed for two days now. He didn't seem to fully realize how her sickness would impact him until Saturday morning came and she didn't have his pancakes ready. Dad made him scrambled eggs instead, minus the pepper. Andy thought he had to do something to quicken Mom's recovery because the medicine wasn't doing its job. He sat cross-legged on the floor and furrowed his brow. The last time he had been sick, Mom had let him watch DVDs and read to him. Andy knew Mom had done both with no success. His eyebrows were almost touching now. Mom had given him a big bowl of soup the last day he had been sick. She had said it was a special soup made with all his favorite things. The warm liquid had felt like a blanket enveloping his throat, and he felt better after a nap. He was sure the soup was what made him get better.
Andy dragged a dining room chair to the kitchen counter and set to work gathering ingredients. He couldn't remember everything that was in there but knew he had to make it little different to tailor his mother's taste. He started with a large bowl full of water. All soup had chicken and vegetables in it. He couldn't find any chicken chunks in the refrigerator, but he found some vegetables that she used on her salad sometimes. Into the bowl went carrots, a little spinach, and some cherry tomatoes. Now Andy had to get creative. He dumped some bow-tie pasta in because his mom ate that in her macaroni salad. He crumbled some of her potato chips and sprinkled in some cheese (since she loved eating cheese in pretty much everything). He heated up the bowl and carried it with oven mitts to her room.
She put down her magazine to see what Andy was carrying. "What do you have there, sweetie?"
"It's soup, to help you feel better." Andy set the soup on her nightstand and explained his entire process of putting it together.
His mother's eyes welled with tears. "You spent a lot of time thinking about this. You made it all by yourself?"
"Uh-huh. Try it."
Without hesitation, she scooped a spoonful of the soup into her mouth. "Oh, the carrots taste great with the sliced cheese, and is that...chocolate?"
He beamed. "A little something sweet too."
"It tastes marvelous. I know it'll help me feel better." She gave him a kiss on the forehead and continued eating while he chattered on about what he had done that morning.
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