During my last hospital stay I got some fun, culinary news.
The Doctor put me on a purée diet for at least a month.
That means everything has to be soft, real soft.
Purée means to liquify solid food.
Everything I eat has to be creamy or pasty.
I can’t have crunchy, which is sad because I love crunchy.
HELLO TACOS!!
There are some things that are naturally soft, things that I’m fond of like ice cream and gravy.
I’ve consumed a lot of pudding and yogurt.
I’m alright with all of that.
I’ve needed some help with the rest.
My amazing, super resourceful sister sent me some preassembled purée.
She found cans of mushy BBQ Beef and boxes of fun food items.
I get amazon boxes full of precooked kindness.
Some of my phenomenal family has offered great suggestions for soft stuff. My nephew, Noah, is an awesome young foodie. He has put great thought into this.
Our incredible friend, Robyn, did a lot of research and put together some delicious recipes. She brought us meals, supplies, and colorful recipe cards. She is so gifted when it comes to food and nutrition. She has jumped in and is using her gifting and passion to bless us more than she knows.
I save a ton of time at mealtime because I don’t have to chew.
Here’s something I’ve been chewing onto today…
I have realized that in the last several months God has puréed my heart.
He has softened my heart.
“I will give them one heart, and a new spirit I will put within them. I will remove the heart of stone from their flesh and give them a heart of flesh.” – Ezekiel 11:19
I have been exposed to a whole new world…a circle of suffering. My heart has softened as I have seen others hurt, walk with compassion, and cling to hope.
I have gotten to know my friend, the Holy Spirit, like never before. He walks with me, I hear His voice, I feel His tender touch. I have truly fallen in love with Him like never before. He gives me courage and creativity.
I’m different as the result of disease.
I cry a lot these days…
It’s not because of the pain.
It’s because my heart has been puréed.
carbonated joy 