Soup From Heaven

It had been a day of questions: Can my frail little Mama, released so soon from the hospital, make it up the steps in the garage and into the house? How will my Dad and I manage to care for her while I work? What will she need to keep her safe and comfortable while she recovers? . . . Will she recover?

Then I saw it. A large brown paper bag at our front door. Inside were two big plastic containers of hot soup! I looked for a note, some clue of who had left it.

There was nothing. Just the soup and a loaf of His­Garden­Bakery bread. I closed the door and carried the gift to the kitchen. Suddenly my eyes were full of tears. “Thank You, God”, I whispered. “I hear what you are saying. All our needs will be met. Whatever happens next, You are here. And where You are there is abundance.” Practical, love­filled, comforting soup! Straight from Heaven!

It was two weeks before I found time to ask questions that would lead me to the soup­maker to say thank you. They were weeks punctuated with flowers, notes, food, love and support from our church family and others. Each reinforced God’s comfort sent earlier in plastic containers. Many arrived just when most needed.

When I found the soup lady my eyes were full again. My eyes and my heart! A mother of three little children with overflowing days and nights, finding extra love and time to share with us! The human provider of soup from heaven!

Linda L. Gage