Sunday evening. Brown potatoes baking in the oven and crisp broccoli being steamed in the pot. As I look down at the food given, I can't help thinking about the post I just read from one of my favorite bloggers -
a holy experience. If I start considering where my food actually came from and think of the farmers who pulled my bounty from the ground, I might find a direct link to God. If only He would grow chocolate cake.
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Oh dear. I loved that last sentiment. Reminds me of a time with my son in the garden, examining all the plants we were growing. And when we were done he said to me, "Mom, do we have ice cream plants in our garden?"
Oh, how I wish.
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