She journeyed 1,000 miles to visit me in the peak of summer when the tomatoes were ripe and full, butter beans popping their hulls, and corn fresh and sweet. I had learned so much from her as a child – how to use my hands, how to sew, cook, wash a dish and set a table. It was a special treat having her for a meal. And every thought had been given to its preparation – homemade chicken pot pie, fresh cucumber pickle, locally grown tomatoes, butter beans, corn. I checked the table one last time and then I called her, “Grandmother, dinner is ready.”
She cut me off. And with a steady eye she looked at me and stated, “You always should have bread.” Bread? Yes, bread. I knew that. How could I have forgotten? Jesus declared, “I am the bread of life. He who comes to me will never go hungry, and he who believes in me will never be thirsty.” (John 6:35)
Love it! Didn’t you do a sermon about bread once?Barbara Duval
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Barbara, I did! You have a great memory. That was a LOOONG time ago. Fortunately, when Grandmother came for her visit I was able to accomodate her with some Ukrop’s Whitehouse rolls.
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One of the first and most memorable things I remember Florence saying in a sermon; I usually utter myself when our extended family shares a meal together.
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I can only imagine how good (and fun) those meals with your clan must be. Thanks for posting!
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