The jam on the bread yesterday was actually a cherry tomato. Button came into my room last night (after I brushed my teeth) and had a shopping bag. “Would you like a cherry tomato, or an apple? A lady we were visiting gave them to us.” With great delight, I chose a tomato. But alas! I had brushed my teeth already! One cannot savor the delicious juiciness of a tomato while the aftertaste of mint toothpaste still lingers in the mouth. So I set it on my shelf, and looked forward to enjoying it this morning, which I did.
How could a tomato be so special, you may wonder? When she brought that bag into my room, it was as if God said, “Hehe — look, Lois. You might be missing home, and missing the fact that you are very far from home and missing out on the garden produce, like tomatoes [a family special, as many of you well know!]. But look — I can give you what you are craving, right here! I care about you, and can look after even the smallest things in your life.” It was a small thing. But it was a big thing. It was God stooping down to teach me a lesson and gently laugh at my unbelief and lack of trust at times.