Upon returning home from our trip to Michigan last night, we immediately began unpacking our bags. While putting things away in the kitchen, I quickly noticed the refrigerator door was standing open a few inches. Hoping my husband had just grabbed a drink, I opened the door wider to see (and smell) that everything was warm. A partially-used stick of butter had dripped yellow goo all over the shelves, and there was a strong stench from fermented juice. At the end of a long day of travel, it was particularly upsetting to come home to this.
A well-meaning friend had set something in our fridge more than a week prior. If you've been reading my blog, you know how much I hate when anything is wasted. Though I of course appreciated the friend's intended gesture, I was really annoyed about having to throw everything away. I was especially bummed to pitch a large supply of cheese and a newly-opened jar of yeast. My husband graciously began to clean out the fridge--taking the spoilage to the trash and wiping up the mess.
After mourning the loss of our condiments, I had to put things in perspective. It could've also been the freezer. The fridge could've been more fully stocked. No one was harmed, etc. I had to acknowledge (internally, if nothing else) that I could just have easily been the one to leave the door hanging open. I realized I need to be gracious to my friend by not saying anything and basically by "getting over it."
The real graciousness happened today when some friends who are moving out of state stopped by with a bag of stuff they needed to clear from their fridge. Inside were many of the items we had just thrown out, plus some bonuses. Italian pesto? Wahoo! The bag also included two kinds of cheese, and wouldn't you know it? Almost a full jar of yeast.
I am amazed at the ways God provides for His children, and thankful that He is the ultimate example of graciousness to us. I just love stories like this and wanted to share mine with you.