After who knows how many thousands of eggs, pounds of ground turkey and boxes of wheat rotini we’ve gone through, it has certainly had its culinary challenges. But the upside is that we learn more about each other every single day. For example, about 40 weeks in, after baking salmon on a weekly rotation, I learned my wife does not, in fact, like salmon.
Not many of us would have chosen this isolation, the tragedy of Covid-19 or what the politics of last year put us through. But looking for silver linings — as I’m sure all of us are trying to do — I’ve seen how having 1,000 meals with the people most important in my life has brought us closer together.
As we all eagerly await for the return of being able to be together again, I’m reminded of a Hebrew word for wait, qavah. (And while I do have a year of college Hebrew under my belt, it was my pastor who reminded me about it on Sunday.)
The figurative meaning is “eagerly waiting.” The literal meaning is “binding together,” like…
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