I just came in from my morning walk.
My devotions led me to this.
It was a big day at my house.
Comes around once a year.
Takes about two hours.
We processed our sauerkraut.
I bring up the cabbages from the garden.
Thirty pounds or so.
The Cutie washes, prepares and slices.
I mix in the pickling salt, wilt, bruise, and pack the churn.
Then we set it aside to ferment for six weeks or so.
Come the end of the process, after a morning of canning, we have a year’s supply of one of our favorite, and most healthy, foods.
But this isn’t about that.
It is about life.
Sometimes you have to get the ingredients together, do the preparations, and then…
Let it ferment.
And, especially, anticipate.
I gathered up the pieces of my broken heart, had a few conversations with incredible and faithful friends, mixed in some history and some promises, got a few surprise ingredients over the airwaves, and now I wait.
I am reminded from the sauerkraut that there is a delightful day coming.
Even now it is bubbling and fermenting and transforming from what is to what will be.
It will be a day of unity, celebration, and feasting.
It will be worth the wait.
You are invited.
As our Friend and I were taking a Friday morning walkabout we were chatting about anticipation and how hard it is sometimes to keep the outcome in mind. I felt a bit inspired when he smiled at me and said…
“You’ve fermented long enough. Set the table. Start the party.”