When I was a teenager the lights were out by 10 PM. Often around 10:30 or 11, while studying in my room or reading in bed, I’d see the reflection of the kitchen light go on. I’d hear the refrigerator door. I knew Daddy was having a bedtime snack.
I would creep down the hall and join him at the kitchen table. The Italian in him would bring out the wine, a loaf of bread, his own Italian-cured olives, stinky cheese and salami. He’d slice me a piece of bread and salami, hand me the jar of olives and we’d munch together talking about the day.
When I married and moved away, it didn’t change. I’d come home for a visit and when I’d hear refrigerator activity late at night, I’d get up.
Now I’m a grandma. I’m not one to snack on salami and cheese. I prefer fruit. The grandpa of this house is disciplined and doesn’t eat after supper. So I take my bedtime snack with the Lord. I’ll open my Bible in the kitchen and perhaps pray through a Psalm or meditate on Ephesians. You might say I still have a bedtime snack with Dad—that is, my Abba Father!
- Honor your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the Lord your God is giving you. Exodus 20:12
- Because you are his sons, God sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, the Spirit who calls out, “Abba, Father.” Galatians 4:6
- SONG: I LOVE THE LORD – By Kathleen