Multiplying Pasta with Meat Sauce

Jesus took the five loaves and two fish, looked up toward heaven, and blessed them. Then, breaking the loaves into pieces, he kept giving the bread to the disciples so they could distribute it to the people. He also divided the fish for everyone to share.

Mark 6:41, NLT

I don’t know how God does it, but He does… He consistently and perfectly provides for us when we seek His kingdom first. 

I was wondering to myself how I was going to feed myself and the kids on a pound of grass fed ground beef and two ounces of gluten free pasta. I’ve now entered the second trimester which my husband affectionately calls, “The hungry times.”

That said, I looked at the portions of beef and pasta and as I started cooking I thought, “you know what, God will multiply this. We will be fed.” It isn’t broiled salmon and brussel sprouts, or you know, something equally “healthy” but it is food. And I prayed as my son and I cooked, thanking God for what we had and for His faithfulness. The end result was quite tasty, and filling, and there were actually leftovers!

Multiplying Pasta with Meat Sauce

  • 2 oz pasta
  • 1lb grass fed ground beef
  • 3/4c V8 tomato juice
  • 1.5 oz cream cheese
  • 1 Tbsp. Worcestershire sauce
  • 1 Tsp. Garlic powder
  • 1 Tsp. Onion powder
  • Salt, pepper, oregano to taste
  1. Boil water for pasta in a medium size sauce pan
  2. In a separate skillet, brown ground beef
  3. Add Worcestershire sauce and cream cheese to ground beef and stir to melt cream cheese
  4. Add tomato juice and spices. Add pasta to boiling water, let sauce simmer until pasta is tender, about 7 minutes.
  5. Drain pasta, and stir the noodles into the meat sauce.
  6. Serve topped with parmesan cheese, with a spinach side salad, and praise God for His bountiful provision.

God desires to care for His children. We only have to ask. There are certain things I do for my kids because I’m their parent and I’m responsible for meeting their needs. There are other things, however, that I only do if they ask.

For example, I always go through my son’s bed time routine (my daughter is way easier and prefers to just be tucked in with her little stuffed lamb, Lammie, and left alone immediately…sad day, she’s not a rocker, or a cuddler) but I only “snuggle tight” if he requests it specifically. Why? A couple reasons. First, I respect his autonomy (to a degree) and if he doesn’t want to be touched, that’s fine. I get it. His father is not a cuddler, and I had to get used to his brand of affection (which is acts of service like vacuuming, and I really appreciate it more these days than I did earlier on in our marriage.) Second, I have a nightly routine I go through for myself, and after I tuck the kids in, I’m FREE to spend that time relaxing, being with my husband, or doing something I never get to do- read for pleasure! But usually, it’s putting the house back in order after a day of chaos. Third, those requests won’t last much longer. As my boy approaches gradeschool, I expect him to find me oppressive, annoying, and a little mushy. But if those deep blue eyes meet mine and that tiny little voice says, “mama, snuggle tight?” I absolutely do accept that invitation. No question. 

I imagine God is the same with us. Not that He thinks we’ll outgrow asking Him for help, but that He enjoys lavishing us with love and blessing like a parent does their child. We need only invite Him in.

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