We eat the same meal at home on Monday nights for dinner.
We aren’t in a rut. It’s not gourmet and there aren’t any secret ingredients.
We are being intentional.
Most of the world doesn’t have the luxury of having a pantry and refrigerator full of food with dozens of options. Meat is for the wealthy and fruit is a delicacy.
What better way to remind our kids how much we have than through their bellies?
We eat rice and beans every Monday and pick a country to pray for, so we can remember how the rest of the world lives and eats.
Sometimes the best way to introduce a different perspective is by doing something different. And then repeating it often.
Cook brown rice, lightly salt, add fresh cilantro
Top with generous amount of black beans, seasoned with cumin.
Add fresh avocado.
It’s what we eat on Mondays. And it matters.
Hey parents–I wrote those words 5 years ago.
I remember the Monday night I took the picture above. You can tell by the look on my oldest daughter’s face that Rice and Bean Mondays weren’t her favorite. And you know what? They weren’t always mine.
I was trying to be missional and it felt like my plan failed more often than not.
But here’s the gift of parenting–it’s a round trip journey.
As my oldest daughter was wrapping up her last week of her freshman year of college, she called to tell me that she and her three roommates had just prayed over the space they would move into in a couple of months. I couldn’t stop the wide smile on the other end of the phone.
“Oh, and hey, Mom, we’ve decided to have our own Rice and Bean Mondays, hang a world map and pray for the world.”
That smile turned into a puddle of tears.
I didn’t need to say much because she had said it all.
Our consistency and desire to raise our kids to not only overcome the world, but also change it, is making an impact on their hearts, even when we don’t see. ( Or when we accidentally capture moments that remind us that our great ideas aren’t loved). Our children are getting the message we are trying to send.
Before you know it, you’ll be hugging your babies goodbye and sending them off on their own journey. They will call home from open spaces and far-off places and you’ll see the seeds you planted all those years ago have turned into fruit.
And believe me, it’s sweet.
Parenting is a round trip journey.