God was telling me that he was cooking something up for me-- something good!-- but it wasn't done cooking yet.

The other morning, God showed me a big heaping bowl of Kasha, with a spoon in it... (It tastes like Provision.)

Anyone else here (constantly?) thinking about food? No? Well yesterday morning, God showed me food; a half eaten chimichanga, specifically. Goop (sauce) was oozing out, and there were unidentifiable chunks on the plate. As I watched, I saw myself taking the fork to carefully eat every last bite. "God, what does this mean?" My thoughts wandered to my time in the hospital with Covid when I was ravenous from the steroids. I felt like the Marvel character Venom, prowling around