I have a book beside my computer.
It’s a notebook. Or a stenographer’s book to be exact.
It belonged to my Dad.
He kept it handy to jot down phone numbers, appointment dates…….
I keep it beside my computer to copy down tried and true recipes my cyber friends post on thier blogs.
It’s the only thing I write in this book.
One day I found a rather interesting dish I’d like to try.
I opened the book to what I thought would be the next clean page and this is what I found.
One of Dad’s lists.
In a book I thought was empty.
This is not just any list, it’s a special list.
His prayer list.
Even though he was dying of cancer, he was still praying for those on his list.
It brought a mix of emotions from my heart.
My Dad was a giving person. Always caring for others more than himself.
Never changing until the day he died.
Maybe that was his recipe for life.
A relationship with God and concern for others.
It is how he lived his life.
Maybe that is why I chose this book to write my recipes in.
God and Dad’s way of continuing to teach me from beyond the clouds with Dad’s recipe for life.
Who’s to say that a recipe book has to include only things you cook?
It could include food for the soul as well.
I know mine does…..now.