I have to make dinner for a family of six tonight.  Oh, and another family of six, since I also have to feed my own family.  It wouldn’t be a problem except that I have no idea what to make for dinner.  I haven’t been able to think up something to make for dinner in, like, two weeks.  I’ve been faking it a lot.  I don’t know what the big deal is.  I seriously just cannot think of anything to make for dinner.  Every day I think, “Dude, what do we even eat?”  Why can’t I remember what we eat anymore?  The task is even more onerous when you factor in the fact that you need to be able to transport it to some other location.

I said I would bring dinner to this family from church who are going through a very difficult personal crisis, and I knew when I said it that I would have difficulty doing it because I’m having so much difficulty thinking of what exactly people eat these days–including us–but I figured since I was doing God’s work, God would provide..like…an idea of something that I could make for dinner–but so far that God-thing isn’t working.  I seriously have no idea what to cook.  And it doesn’t help that my husband pointed out that there are teenage boys in this family and therefore whatever I make, there will have to be a LOT of it.

When did eating become so difficult?  I don’t like cooking, but I also don’t mind it, so long as I have a plan.  I’ve been thinking about this for days–seriously, days–and as of right now, we’re at T-minus-six hours and still there is no plan.  No plan!

This is one of those moments when I think how useless it is to ask, “What Would Jesus Do?”  Because if I were Jesus, I would just perform a miracle.  But I think if I actually make dinner tonight and don’t involve a pizza delivery service and/or corn dogs, it will be a miracle.