What do you do when the temperatures plummet?
When there are no eggs or cereal for breakfast.
When the Oatmeal won’t feed 6?
When the dollar you need to stretch can’t go any further?
When the great niece is there at 6 a.m?
You pull those farm memories to life.
You close your eyes and think of warm bread baking.
You remember the strong arms of your mother in law.
The sweet grace baked into each bite.
And the healing art of kneading bread.
Moment by moment working the yeast through.
Lessons learned while baking bread.
So I stand next to the wee one.
And share God’s love.
Together we work.
Side by side.
In the quiet.
And my soul is filled.
Soon my farmer and children will feast.
There is warmth in the kitchen.
Nourishment in the oven.
A peace that passes all understanding.
When grief and cancer and CT scans and life swirl;
lean into the lessons learned while baking bread.
And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding,
will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.