The Skillet

I received a cast iron skillet as a young wife, not knowing then it would teach the lessons of life. And this old blackened skillet, Thank God there’s always been something to fill it. It sure has been a good one. And I am so pleased to say it’s not done. Because for years it has fed their bellies and filled their souls. With healing and soup for their bowls. And laughter piled high upon their plate. Receiving and taking in more than the food they ate. Because it is not just about making food to eat. For us it is a time and place for the family to meet. A time to turn off the television and the phone. A time for us to be with our own. And it all starts with the tool that made these hands able. So that they would all gather up and around the table. Here their spirits and bodies will be fed. As this family sits down to break bread. Yes, there have been times of plenty, and those of less. May we always be thankful for the food we have to bless. Because it is more than a meal. And if we need to make one more seat, we always will. So that no one leaves until the are filled. So come, fill your plate until the hunger and heart are healed. Sarah Comstock 6-7-2010