Her mercy and grace are new every morning. When it says that in the Bible, or something close, the words the original language uses is for the baking of bread. Like bread baking new every morning, that is God's love, grace, and mercy for us. It very much reminds me of the scene in The Shack (which you should all read) where Papa is baking while Mac talks to Her. I love the honesty and the realness and the play in that scene. I love the picture of Papa baking with flour all across her face.
In my exploration of personal finances, I came across a recipe for baking bread from scratch. I was intrigued, I had never made bread before but I had all this flour Katie left me when she moved and I wanted to try. The only thing I needed to purchase was yeast from the store: the ingredient that makes the bread rise. This afternoon, I set to work and made my first loaf of homemade bread. There is something about eating bread you make yourself. You know your own hands kneaded the dough and that your own hands shaped it into the pan. My friend offered me a bread maker if I wanted it, but I have to say, there was just something about the process that I loved. It's not only the bread itself I want, it's the experience too. It's very contemplative and helps me feel more like the person I want to be.
So how did it taste? Fantastic. Half the loaf is already gone. I think I may need new mercies in the morning.
365-09 #161Labels: 365-09 Challenge, God, The Shack
