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:
â€œWhere are the chocolate chips, Ryan?! Spill now, or the convertible gets it!â€
Then, in what was clearly the power of the Holy Spirit intervening to save my husbandâ€™s life, as I flung open the door to ransack the pantry I noticed the last few chocolate-covered protein bars (or, â€œcandy bars, rebrandedâ€, 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.