Many of you remember how after 14 years of camps and wanderings in Russia that my desire to eat potatoes has become almost extinct. I do still love french fries, but I draw the line there usually.
So as I came to Athens I was looking forward to some of the more ethnic foods here - syflaki and falafel...to name a few favorites.
What does God ask me to do?
But to help cut potatoes on Sunday for Persian Fellowhip!
I laughed as I cut them, and realized that after 14 years I had developed a skill at cutting potatoes at a decent speed that made others jealous! It was a fun reminder of how even the thing not enjoyed can be used to glorify God.