When she received her food package a few moments later, she looked through it and said to me with a smile, "Tonight, I get to cook myself a decent meal." And then she left to go home.
Nearly every night, I come home and cook dinner for my family, and I can't say that I smile about it. It's a responsibility and a chore.
Or is it a chore? I wonder if I should instead view my responsibilities as gifts:
- I have the resources to cook a healthy meal for my family.
- We are literate and able to help our children with their homework.
- We have a home that requires work, but also provides safe shelter.
- Laundry is ongoing, but we have clothes to wash and detergent to keep them clean.
PS If you want to see what the camera crew was filming, click here: http://www.ccschouston.org/news.html