I kneaded the bread dough on my counter and prayed, mindful of the hurting, feeling my own grief. No magic happened (other than water, flour, and yeast somehow becoming bread!)
I waited as the dough rose. I punched it down with energy (and a little frustration.) I watched for signs of readiness. Patience…
Finally, the loaves were done. Their aroma filled the house. The “come-hither” smell wafted out the open windows. It was enticing.
And then I realized…
You were in the work of my hands… You were there in the waiting… You heard my frustrated heart cries… You were there, calling, inviting, offering the Bread of Life.
And I am so well-fed. Blessed be! Amen.
Rev. Deborah Vaughn, BCC is a chaplain endorsed by the Alliance of Baptists. She lives with her family in Maryland and presently serves as a hospice chaplain and in pulpit supply. She remains a die-hard Ohio State fan. You can find more of her writing at An Unfinished Symphony.
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