In Togo, as in much of Africa, my friend doesn’t know where or when his next meal will be available. He recognizes that God provides their food, he is thankful, and he and his family eat all of it. I’m guessing they rarely complain about what food is available. In my home, as in much of America, we have a pantry, a refrigerator, and a deep freeze full of food. The only thing I wonder about the next meal is whether I should cook it or eat out. Although my daughters often say they are staarrrrving, we never know true hunger as we eat our three meals a day and graze on snacks in between.