The day I wrote these lines, a full pot of homemade vegetable soup simmered away on the stove.  The welcome aroma filled the house.  There’s nothing like a good bowl of hot soup on a chilly day.  I’ll add a little grated cheese and some crusty fresh bread with butter.  For me, that’s comfort food, it feels like home.   I’m not so sure why this feels so much “like home,” because growing up I don’t remember Mom making soup, and I know I never ate soup at grandma’s house.  Even in our home, that pot of soup was not welcomed by three kids who disliked it and would go to great ends to avoid eating it.  Hardly comfort food!   But that was then, and this is now, and that hearty soup puts a smile on my face.

A bowl of hot soup was a comfort food even back in Biblical times.  In Genesis chapter 25 we read that Jacob was cooking some soup.  Esau came in from the fields “in great need of food” and Jacob served him a warm bowl of the soup he was cooking.  Many interpreters believe it was Lentil Soup.  (one of my favorites).

It seems we’re in good company when we find comfort in that hot bowl of soup.  I thank God for this simple blessing and the joy it brings.  Sometimes his unconditional love for us comes to us in very humble ways.  Thanks and praise to our wonderful God!

Judy