Image from the blog Closet Cooking.
There are days that I wonder -
Why am I in this place?
Where is the reason in all of this?
How can this hope ever be reached?
Then there are the glimmers of light and joy that break through the doubt and worry.
Like a hot knife through butter, my spirits taste buds are called to attention to just-baked-bread slathered with real-sweet-cream-and-salt-butter.
There is no room for margarine on bread this good.
It's like working on a painting and seeing how it needs to come together; but that requires taking risks and stepping into the scary place that is almost in sight, but not quite in clear view.
Sometimes I wish I had x-ray glasses to help me to see more clearly. On second thought, never mind the glasses. There is more joy found in seeing the dream come to reality - only when it's time has fully come to shine through in it's completeness.
Until then, someday it will come to pass.
Thank you to the SWB Bakers that faithfully share their struggles and joys every Monday. You are the bread that I needed to carry me through this week.
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NOT that He takes His marching orders from me--but He sure does put good use of those folks He makes arrangements for me to cross paths with....EVERY time.
And I mean every time.
"Be still and know....."
And in the wait I get to 'hear' the messages of hope He makes sure get delivered.
Thank you for being one of His messengers in my life.
And truly--wishes for abundant blessings to you and yours, always.
It's sometimes hard for me to focus on the 'Bread' when I look for it day by day. How funny that the bread comes to the surface in prose form. It feels more like breathing when I write in this manner.
I am humbled to a messenger. Thank you for affirming me.