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SWB: Diamond bread

Almost eighteen years ago on June 19th I walked down the isle towards my would be husband Ian while our friend Lance sang the song, 'All the diamonds in the world', originally written and performed by Bruce Cockburn. The lyrics of this song have always challenged me to be careful about what holds the greatest value in life. The diamonds of this world would never become what they are without the pressure and wearing away of the elements of the great outdoors.

The process of making bread is sort of like this too. Without flour that comes from ground up grain, bread would not be possible to make. While I love the beautiful and gentle things of life, my roots would not grow as deep and strong without the strain of the gusts of winds that come my way.

There is work included in this bread-baking business.
(Was I informed about that ahead of time?)

The diamonds that I consider most valuable have shifted over the years. My husband and children will always be amazing jewels to me. The opportunity to learn and study has helped me to develop into a person I never would have thought possible eighteen years ago. The material things are not quite so important as they used to be. In fact, I've been feeling an increasing need to simplify in the area of possessions. So far I'm quite sure what that shift means, but I'm taking baby steps in that direction.

When I think of the diamond bread of life, the things that mold and make our lives full of flavor and texture, it's a little easier to bear the weight of it all. And let me tell you there is applied weight and pressure in that process...

As we talk about our bread this week: What is the yeast that helps your days rise? How do you do in the process of cooling on the window sill of each day?

May your days be filled with diamond bread and the strength to bake it into the lives of those around you - those who are the true "diamonds" to treasure.

All the diamonds
in this world
That mean anything to me
Are conjured up by wind and sunlight
Sparkling on the sea

I ran aground in a harbour town
Lost the taste for being free
Thank God He sent some gull-chased ship
To carry me to sea

Two thousand years and half a world away
Dying trees still grow greener when you pray

Silver scales flash bright and fade
In reeds along the shore
Like a pearl in sea of liquid jade
His ship comes shining
Like a crystal swan in a sky of suns
His ship comes shining

Comments

Mel said…
Oh...every time I come to read yours, I wonder about mine.
Not good things happen when you take your eyes off the bread baking. *sigh*

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