Paulos came to the rescue. "We should pray for Jesus to give us some food. Jesus, please give us some food for Tristan." He unclasped his hands and looked at me. Now what?
I told Paulos to walk that way and I'd walk this way and we'd look for the food. I didn't see any and neither did Paulos. I convinced Tristan to get up and we'd look for the food on the way to the bridge we could see in the distance. We looked for the food as we rode our bikes. We almost drove right over it. There were some corncobs lying right in our path, partly dried and glistening in the sun. I don't know about you but that's food to me so I picked one up, bit off a few kernels and started chewing, and offered some of it to Tristan. He seemed less than thrilled with Jesus' choice for his snack but gave it a try. The other kids were anxious to give it a go as well.
With some incredulous jubilation we carried on our way and found some fun bike riding places. We decided to head home after a while.
Apparently the corn wasn't enough, because in some deep grass at the turnaround I spotted a dirty plastic bottle with some ice and water in it. For some reason I picked it up. It had a lid. I checked the lid and saw the security ring intact. We now had something with which to wash down our freeze dried corn.
