27/08/2026
He said, “You can taste the passion. You don’t just cook to do it, you make something with your whole heart.”
Let me tell y’all about a night that changed the way I serve.
When Jonathan Shuttlesworth came to preach at Abundant Life Church, I prepared food the way food-service people do: you get a number, you cook for that number, and you build in a small cushion. Maybe a few extra servings. Enough to be prepared, but not enough to feed a crowd you weren’t expecting.
The Pastor opened the invitation to the entire congregation. We didn’t even think. Line was ready, gloves on, we were instantly in the zone.
👀 …that line just kept growing.
We refilled plates. We refilled utensils. Full portions went out one after another, fully loaded plates!
At one point, the volunteers and I looked at each other without even needing to speak.
Do you see this?
We still talk about that night. The food was never ending.
Because sometimes you read about God multiplying what was placed in His hands, and sometimes He lets you watch it happen.
And what He multiplied that night wasn’t just food.
He multiplied my faith.
Before then, big meals made me anxious. I would obsess over every detail. Everything had to be perfect. I carried this ridiculous weight like somehow feeding everybody depended entirely on me.
I haven’t carried it the same since.
Not once.
Because God showed me something in that moment. My job is to prepare what I have with excellence, put my whole heart into it, and place it in His hands. The outcome belongs to Him.
Last night someone asked me, “How do I get that kind of peace?”
I only know one answer.
Stay close to Him.
I stay in my Bible. I crave His Word. I dig. I ask questions. I pray. I listen. I protect that communication because this cannot be something I visit when life gets hard. It has to be the foundation.
Has it always been that way for me? No.
And that is exactly how I know the difference.
I know what my life feels like when I’m trying to carry it myself.
And I know what it feels like when I hand Him what I have and say, “Lord, this is what I brought. You do what only You can do with it.”
Maybe that’s why you can taste the passion.
Because somewhere along the way, cooking stopped being about food.
It became worship.
And I will never forget the night God used a serving line, a room full of hungry people, and food that should have run out to remind me:
What you place in the hands of Jesus does not have to be enough when He is.
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