It's a joke between Jeff and I whenever we go shopping together. He'll put a jar of peanut butter, at least one, sometimes two depending on the price, in the shopping cart. It began with "we're out of peanut butter." Well, of course, we need to add a jar to the buggy. But, then the next week - another jar into the cart.
"Are we already out of peanut butter?"
"No, I'm stocking up."
Simply stated. No big deal.
No problem. Works for me.
Then, the next week...another jar into the cart.
Pretty soon, I'd roll my eyes as we (I'd) pass by the peanut butter because Jeff would stop and grab a jar.
I turn and look at him.
We were filling the cabinet up with jars of peanut butter.
But, the story didn't really start there.
It started in 1991.
I told my mom and dad I had an assignment to Korea. I asked them if they would take care of my girls for the year I would be serving overseas. "Of course," they said, without hesitation.
Dad began buying peanut butter. For the girls, he said. For peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, he said.
And, he bought peanut butter.
And, more peanut butter.
Sure. He bought jelly too. But, it was peanut butter that filled the cabinet stock full.
When I dropped them off on my way out of town, out of the country, Dad showed me the cabinets of food he'd been stocking up on for the girls.
It's a story shared often.
Always brings back memories.
Always makes me smile.
The other day at church a lady stopped at the children's ministry administration desk where I serve each week and somehow the conversation was centered around the Lighthouse ministry where she serves every week. I asked her, point blank, "what do you need most?"
Without hesitation, "Peanut butter and jelly."
I had to smile.
The next time I was at the commissary doing my own grocery shopping I did a bit of peanut butter shopping for the Lighthouse. Sure, I bought jelly too.