There is something about the smell of fresh break that is
just out of the oven. It assaults
me. It makes me hungry. It calls to me. As I write this the house is filled with the
smell of bread baking for today and tomorrow.
I have never been able to understand the very primal nature
of my feelings about this smell. I used
to live near a bakery and this smell touched me almost daily. I breathe deeper and more relaxed when I
smell fresh bread. I do not consume very
much bread but I love the smell and would not pass up a slice offered still
warm. I am thankful for the way this
beautiful food permeates me.
I wonder if this is why Jesus told us he is the bread of life.
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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