I feel your joy, Fred!
I remember the experience of some pioneers who had no food; they were so busy speaking Jehovah's name they had no time to work and earn money, no time to cook a meal even if they had food.
They went home from a joyous day in service, their bellies gnawed with hunger. A sudden downpour of rain occurred -- there wasn't a cloud in the sky -- and as they approached their humble abode, a surge of water ran down the street's gutter, carrying along a cabbage and a bunch of carrots.
Makes me think of dear Sister Scarlett, whose words are an inspiration:
"As God is my witness, as God is my witness, they're not going to lick me. I'm going to live through this and when it's all over, I'll never be hungry again. No, nor any of my folk. If I have to lie, steal, cheat or kill."