Way back when our twenty year-old was a tot, we ate out a lot.  Nightly meal prep in our house always started with the same question.  One of us would ask, “What do you want for dinner?”  The standard reply?  “I don’t know.  What do you want?”  Neither person wanted to make a decision because if you suggested something, the other person would often say, “No, what else could we have?”

More often than not, I was the exhausted mother of a toddler.  My husband was the one saying, no but then never had a suggestion.  To me, this seemed awfully passive aggressive, but how often can you point that out?   So to avoid a fight, I’d suggest we eat out and he’d often say yes.

Money was tight and, when we made the decision to move to a better part of town, money got even tighter.  Something had to change.

I read somewhere about a weekly meal plan and we decided to give it a try.  Each weekend we make a plan for the week.  My husband does the shopping.  And each night we walk in the kitchen.  “Oh, tonight we’re having a BLT salad.”  “Thursday we’re having waffles.”

When we prayed for a solution, we were hoping for more money.  Instead, God led us to try something new, a solution that we’ve been working with for well over a dozen years.  Pray, listen and be ready to try something new.