It was a gray and gloomy November day. An icy rain was falling
from the overcast sky. The bare trees were mourning their loss of leaves. I felt
the dayís cold and darkness working its way into me as well. I zipped up my
sweater to fight off the chill in my bones and said a prayer to keep the
melancholy from creeping into my soul. I knew then just what I needed to warm up
my insides and lift my spirits: a big bowl of vegetable soup.
I laughed as I walked over to the stove and turned the eye on. I smiled as I put
the hearty portions of mushrooms, potatoes, carrots, green beans, and celery
into the pot and stirred them slowly. The bubbling broth and rising steam
brought back so many loving moments from my childhood. I remembered my Mom
calling hot soup one of lifeís great comforts. I remembered my sweet Italian
Nana saying that it nourished the soul.
I sat down at the table with this steaming bowl of goodness and took my time
blowing on each spoonful before savoring each bite. While I ate I quietly
thought about all the other "comfort foods" that had filled my stomach and
warmed my heart over the years. There was homemade bread, Sunday spaghetti
dinners, birthday cake with ice cream, Provolone cheese, morning cereal, evening
popcorn, and so many others. I knew, however, that it wasnít the foods
themselves, but rather Mom and Nanaís love that made them so special. When the
world was at its coldest it was this love that kept me warmer than any blanket,
sweater, or bowl of soup ever could. When the world was at its darkest it was
this love that kept my childhood home full of light.
I hope that no matter how cold, dark, or hungry your days may feel at times you
can still find Godís greatest comfort food: LOVE simmering on the stove in your
heart. And I hope that you will always share a bowl of it with every starving
soul you meet along the way.