A couple of months ago in a moment of nutritional virtue I gave my husband custody of all the chocolate chips in the house and asked him to put them in the outdoor freezer.
Today, in a massive PMS craving that shook the foundations of our home I flung open the freezer door, BUT THEY WERE NOWHERE TO BE FOUND. I searched some of his previously used hiding spaces with no luck, and was walking to the phone to demand in my best kidnapper tones:
“Where are the chocolate chips, Ryan?! Spill now, or the convertible gets it!”
Then, in what was clearly the power of the Holy Spirit intervening to save my husband’s life, as I flung open the door to ransack the pantry I noticed the last few chocolate-covered protein bars (or, “candy bars, rebranded”, as my friend Lynne calls them) on the bottom shelf.
And yea, though we passed through The Valley Of The Shadow Of No Sugar, we were delivered.
Thanks be to God.