
I have one more month before I become a certified nutritionist. What would happen if we never had supper? We would be weak, we would be hungry and likely go searching elsewhere to find food. Every time I talk with someone and give that one the word with love and friendship, I provide nutrition. Every day I write a blog, I provide nutrition. Every day I read the word, I take in spiritual supper. What could seem ordinary was actually nutrition being provided. I read ‘you prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies, you have anointed my head with oil, my cup runs over” and I heard “You make supper” all over again, as I recalled my mother fixing supper all those many years. This morning I was reading Psalm 23 (today is August 23, it is my scheduled reading for today according to the date and it is my mother’s (now in heaven) birthday.) Sometimes it’s a plain word but it’s always good.

Whatever is needed at the moment, it’s like the Lord Himself reaches into my heart to provide a hidden gem for another person. Sometimes it is an answer and sometimes it is a revelatory word for a future event, and most times they are reminders of His goodness.Īlong the way, I give these little nuggets of gold that I have tucked away in my heart to others nuggets of wisdom, love, insight, friendship, acceptance, etc. Every time I do, I have tucked a nugget of gold inside my heart. There are sometimes major revelations as I read, but usually, I just read. It is where I have trained myself to look for Him. How did that fit in with all the times having hands laid upon me, that my anointing was prophet? Then the word came back to me “You make supper.” And it was becoming clearer. What would happen if we never had weekly supper, only family feasts? There would literally be no nutrition throughout the week, we would have no relational time with just our intimate family, we would be starved, and couldn’t function. Supper sounded friendlier but less structured and often nothing fancy.) It was a combination Italian and Portuguese get together and included pasta and meatballs and antipasto and canoli’s and cake etc. As I was learning about nutrition, I recalled our big family feasts every single Sunday. I did sense I was being called back to school (at age 48) into the holistic health field. I still don’t know what my calling looks like.” What does one do? Am I doing it? When will I do it?” Then I was told to just “be” and I would think “I AM just being. There were several times it was prophesied over me that the Lord had called me as a prophet, and I would think “Ok. It always seemed like a little piece of the puzzle here, a little piece there. Over the next few years, the Lord would confirm in small ways, what He was calling me to do. In fact, I didn’t like cooking much at all, but there it was again. Do you work in a homeless shelter or something?” I said “No”. I loved how some on the team talked about being refreshed by gentle rains but one of the ladies say “I see you in the kitchen making soup for supper.



Then in 2005, I visited a friend’s church in CT and it was a custom to have a prophetic word given by a prophetic team to new visitors. I remember grimacing my face because it was way out in left field, what my kids would call “so random” and it was just not a recognized, “real anointing”. This sounds strange, I know, but this was the word I heard in my spirit in the early 2000s as I was sitting in church, wondering what my own calling was.
