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SWB: Sunny side banana bread

There's a dark & a troubled side of life
There's a bright, there's a sunny side, too
Tho' we meet with the darkness and strife
The sunny side we also may view


Upon waking this morning, I was not-abiding-so-much-in the sunny side of life or mind. I think the words some of my family members might be tempted to use are..."She got up on the wrong side of the bed. Or maybe the wrong side of the planet."

Keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side,
Keep on the sunny side of life
It will help us ev'ry day, it will brighten all the way
If we'll keep on the sunny side of life


My thoughts upon waking were focused on what was wrong with my life, what I had failed to do and where I felt stuck or overwhelmed. When after a few necessary delays in getting out the door to go on my morning constitutional I found myself thinking, "God, I really don't know what to share this morning with Sleeping with Bread - I could really use something good to happen."

And then in came to mind, all of it.
The warm bed I slept in with my husband happily sleeping by my side all night,
the refrigerator with food in it,
the place I called home,
the two healthy children I scrambled to get a portable hurried breakfast into on their way to a safe and supply filled school.

There is so much good in my life, that at times I forget due to swimming in it. Yes there are challenges to face, but I can choose to see things from a dark or sunny point of view. I can be dashed upon the rocks and turned upside down and inside out by the surf of life, or I can wade in the warm tide of what is good in life.
It's all about perspective and choice, isn't it?


The storm and its fury broke today,
Crushing hopes that we cherish so dear;
Clouds and storms will, in time, pass away
The sun again will shine bright and clear.
Let us greet with the song of hope each day
Tho' the moment be cloudy or fair
Let us trust in our Saviour away
Who keepeth everyone in His care...


As I came round the corner and was headed back home after almost an hour of muttering, walking, jogging and muttering to God some more, another song came up on my ipod that is called The Recipe by Riley Armstrong. This song is a quirky mix of noodling music and the voice of the musician's Mom reading her recipe for banana bread. This song always makes me smile when I hear it and I felt it also held some significance in our bread sharing this Monday. You can take old mushy bananas and toss them out in the trash when deciding that they are good-for-nothing (like I felt about myself before my jaunt today), or you can add a few simple ingredients and end up with a tasty treat that is yummy enough to be shared with others. I like the second option myself, and hope that this retelling of my internal conflict and conversation this morning is helpful for you as you look into the past seven days of your life and consider the bad, the good and the sunny-side banana bread.

Blessings to you and I pray for you that something lovely, beautiful and good into your life today - something like sunny side banana bread.




Today's post includes lyrics to the song "Keep on the sunny side of life" and "Banana bread". For more information on theses songs, just click on the hotlinks. Happy bread baking all...

Comments

Mel said…
Thank you.

No. Really....

THANK you.
Tara Lamont said…
Thanks Mel - hope this gave you some well needed sunshine.

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