the personal chef

I met a woman from Chattanooga tonight who stopped herself en route to Honduras to stay in Chicago several months ago and now she cannot leave. She has been living with a family and cooking their meals. And then cooking meals for friends of this family… and now is starting a business as a personal chef.

I said, wow… Chicago has really opened things up for you. That’s so cool.

She said she is baking protein desserts and muffins laced with whey protein, and making protein bars and protein meals for the Chicago Bears.

I think I may have said wow, that’s so cool, again.

She said that the hand of the Lord was the only explanation. The Lord is guiding her and creating these opportunities for her.

And, you know what? As alien as this sounds, I was totally moved by it. She was so authentic and I know she really believed and maybe I was just in one of those moods you sometimes get in where you are just moved by someone’s belief.

I am not one to question anything other than myself.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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