Greetings
Dear Reader,
On the east
side of the town in which I live is a large bakery. Early in the morning the smell of fresh bread
fills the area around it. Many years ago
when I first moved into a different house near that bakery Avalon and I decided
to sleep at the house the first night of the closing. We had sleeping bags, pillows, and a change
of clothes.
I also snuck
our bread maker into the house so that we could have fresh bread for breakfast
in the morning. After she fell asleep I
set up the machine and timed it so the bread would be ready as we woke up the
next morning. About an hour before the
bread was done Avalon shook me awake and excitedly told me that she could smell
the bakery. I laughed and assured her
that I thought that was a wonderful thing.
Her joy when she realized later that I had made bread for us for
breakfast was exuberant. It became a
running moment of laughter in our lives that when we smelled bread baking we
would comment that one could smell the bakery from wherever we were.
My house
smells like fresh baked bread this morning.
Today we have a Thanksgiving meal for all those with whom I work. This is one of those smells that enriches my
life no matter when I encounter it. I
cannot think of anyone for whom this is not true. I will bake at least two more loaves before
our Thanksgiving meal tomorrow.
I am
thankful for the people I work with and the job that I have. I get to change lives and give hard working
people a chance at a new career. Today I
will share fresh baked bread with my coworkers.
It is of great value to me to do this.
It astounds me that God chooses to make something so basic to life so
rich and enjoyable. I am so thankful
that making and sharing it is so simple.
I am also thankful for the opportunity to break bread with those I with
whom I work.
Wishing you
joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So
Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of
Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new
and old things from his great treasure store."
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I used to drive my the same bakery every Sunday morning to go to my old church, and the smell would fill everything. I haven't gone to that church since elementary school, but I still think of it every time I drive past.
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