The Adventures of Remolding a Kitchen

I love food. I'm just gonna that straight out. I'm not hugely picky (not a fan of olives, mushrooms or anything too spicy) and if I am it's how the food is made or the ripeness of the fruit (bananas have to have a little to taste really good). But I love food, my goodness, I'd die without food. I also love making food, and helping other people make food, by taste testing of course. However, this past week, not a fan of food and it's all summed up in three words: Remolding the Kitchen, and such evil words they are. What those word mean, is this, no kitchen until you get your new one which means two things, your food is spread throughout the house and frozen food. If you think those are bad enough allow me to elaborate.
When your food is spread out throughout the house a simple feat like making toast takes forever. You have to find, jam, butter, cinnamon and sugar. Unlike most adventures, they give you clues to find stuff. I have to yell, "MOM! WHERE IS THE BREAD?!" and then in a more quiet tone, "In the....." "WHAT I CAN'T HEAR YOU?" "In the B...." "WHERE?" "IN THE BASKET" "OH HERE IT IS! THANKS!" I do that for every single item. Then I have to make on 4x4 foot table filled with toaster, paper, plates, cups, bowels, and silverware, which gives me an 3x3 in workspace. Oh yeah, we have Styrofoam plates that squeak when you cut on them and forks that break when you try to cut stuff.
The frozen food is by far the worst, my taste buds have been severely affect due to burning my tongue and the bland tasteless food. Praying has been difficult, I start laughing. So I made up a Frozen-Food-Remolding-the-Kitchen- prayer

Thank you for this food, I guess.
but please save us from the Cardiologist.
By your amazing power, I ask
that you change this frozen feast,
Into a nutritious meal,
I know it's a daunting task,
But I am certain you can.
If you can change water into wine,
You can make this meal taste quiet fine.
Also help the digestion process,
help the stomach do its best.
Help it accept the food,
That'd be nice if you could.
But mostly, oh god, I pray,
Let our kitchen come today.

He's got the Whole World in His Hands

I'm sure you've sang it thousands of times as a kid, "He's got the Whole World in His Hands" but as soon as you high fifth/sixth grade you stop singing it, and then you never do again. Unless maybe you're reminiscing on "the good ol' days." However, I think everyone needs to sing this song, no matter how old you are because somehow we always forget that he has the whole world in his hands. That he is taking care of us. Our lives never leave his hands.
We often mistake the "whole" in the song for "part" or "those other people" or "good Christans" or even "anyone but me" but that's not true he has the WHOLE thing in his hands. Everything. From the tallest mountain to deepest part of the ocean. From the President to the poorest child. It's all there, right in his hands. There is nothing out of reach or sight of God.
The only problem about singing the song for older people is that it's too childish, not that it's bad, but let's face it " He's got the tiny-winy babies, in his hands" doesn't work for us. So here's some ideas for the remodification of the song.

He's got all our problems,
In his hands.
He's got all our tears,
In his hands.
He's got the sick and weak,
In his hands.
He's got the poor and hungry,
In his hands.
He's got the lost and searching,
In his hands.
He's got all our lives,
In his hands.
He's got all our plans,
In his hands.
He's got the whole world in his hands.
He's got the whole stinkin' World in his hands.
He's got every corner, every life in his hands.
.... And I'll you something, those are the best hands for our lives and world to be in.