Little did I know, the meal was lobster.
And I don't even like seafood.
But I was certain that God was calling, so I asked Christina if she wanted to make it with me. She laughed, "I told God he'd have to do something crazy to get my attention, but I wasn't expecting this!" She didn't know what it meant either, but we both started to get excited. It was, after all, going to be an adventure!
I went to the local seafood market, praying that I could afford at least one tail. The recipe thankfully called for frozen tails, so I wouldn't have to do any lobster executions (yikes!), but even the frozen kind can be over $30/lb. Not exactly what this missionary had in mind for her wallet. I picked up a few, looked at the tag, and called Sam for moral support.
We decided one tail was all we could afford, but at least Christina would have her meal. Just in time, a friendly clerk came up to help me. She told me they had some nice cold-water lobster for about three times cheaper than the one I had in my hand, and went to the back to get them for me. I was so excited—Sam and I could actually join in on the meal! And we wouldn't go broke! God was providing for His plan, as He always does.
I thought the meal was all about Christina, but I soon realized that God was doing a work in my heart through the lobster, as well. I'm a meticulous budgeter, and I have a tendency to feel like we can't afford special treats. For the first few months we lived in Kosovo, I didn't even buy bananas, because I thought (read: made up my mind) we couldn't afford them (we can). It took my friend giving me a bunch in exchange for babysitting for me to realize what a stupid idea that was.
As you can imagine, lobster was way far out of my "foods we buy" category. But I think God wanted to show us that we could afford it, with His help. Over the course of the summer, several people felt led to give us "fun money" that they specifically told us could not go to rent or other necessities. It was so freeing to be told to have fun. To buy something we didn't need. These people (to whom we send infinite love and thanks) and this crazy lobster dinner reminded us how lavish and playful God can be. He's not up in heaven telling us to get back to work. He's joyful and generous. He loves a feast.
As it turns out, this was the first in a string of prophetic meals the Lord put on my heart. The other day, I made five loaves of bread and two fish for a friend about to leave Prishtina. We continue to pray that the Lord will multiply provision for this man, as we know He will. And I am ever in awe of the ways God speaks to us—even through food—and how He invites us to join Him at the table, in faith.
May you dine with Him.
Liz & Sam