July: Manna

“The day I learned I was having a miscarriage, I came home, climbed into bed, and barely got out of it for two weeks. 

The first week, waiting for the D&C, my body still felt pregnant, but my mind knew I wouldn’t be much longer. This disconnect is a specific type of torture. Mentally, I had accepted the loss, but physically, my body remained in denial. My emotions hovered somewhere in between,  suspended in mid-air. I couldn’t stop crying...

Food appeared on the porch daily, like manna. Pizza, salad, baked mac n’ cheese. Meatballs with bulgogi sauce over jasmine rice. Bags of groceries, Cheez-its, cardboard boxes filled with soup and bread. DoorDash and Grubhub gift cards popped up in my inbox. We used them all—for sandwiches, for pasta, for lemon chicken with a side of mashed potatoes… 

I ate every single meal in bed…

For two weeks, as I miscarried, this is how I ate: in bed, wearing black sweatpants, nestled in a cocoon of pillows and blankets. Food appeared, and then the dishes disappeared. Like a magic trick. Like … room service.” (Excerpt from Ashlee Gadd’s essay: Room Service)

This month, we’re talking about divinely supplied nourishment (literally and figuratively). Tell us about a time when your needs were met in ways that could only be described as divine. Whether through the kindness of a friend or what could only be described as an act of God, what was it like to be provided for?

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