Not to put too fine a point on it and not to as paul would say
Think of [myself] more highly than [i] ought to think
But you know how i feel about old testament prophets
And you know how i feel about mowing
And there’s no good reason on God’s green earth
Or even hell’s half acre
That my ancient battered lawnmower whose wheels are halfway to falling off and whose blades have probably never been sharpened in the fifteen years its been clinging to efficacy
Should have started today after spending the winter in a shed with no heating and no door
Not only did this old girl fire up and get the job done
But she also purred to life on the very first pull
It wasn’t exactly like when elijah was living with that widow and her son died and she was like “why’d you come here to eat my food and murder my son” and elijah laid himself out on top of him and cried out to God to revive him
But it wasn’t not like that
Not all miracles are so dire and dramatic after all
Some miracles are just little things that ought not be possible
But where’s the covenant peanut butter factor in
You’re asking or maybe not as seeming non sequiturs that really only make sense in my own brain and the way i associate ideas are kind of my thing too
(Well not this time babe
Thematic relevance and from the very same chapter of first kings)
It may have been the same evening year before last
That my best friend and her husband helped me change the oil and spark plug on this same old mower
That they wanted a snack and went to raid my cupboard
On a rare occasion that i had bread in the house
And she said
Surely this can’t be the peanut butter i bought when i lived here
(She was my roommate before she got married
And that was three roommates ago)
But it was indeed against all odds that peanut butter
And two years later (counting from that evening) or eight years later (counting from when we last lived together)
That peanut butter is still to this day in my cupboard far from depleted or rancid
In fact i successfully ate a generous helping of it on a waffle two weeks ago
(Before the widow’s kid died
There was the famine in the land and the infinite flour and oil miraculously extrapolated from scraps
Her house did eat many days
And the barrel of meal wasted not neither did the cruse of oil fail)
I’m not saying i’m an old testament prophet
I’m just saying that for all my myriad curses i’m also
Infinitely
Blessed