Sitting in the prayer window, I was suddenly aware of the
bread maker, its little paddle pushing and pulling the mixture within,
energetically pummelling it so that it is well-mixed. I had heard the yeast be
released earlier. Soon it will go quiet, as the heat rises within and so does
the bread.
We sit in the presence of God, with Bibles or commentaries
opened, with eyes closed and hands reaching up to receive. He places his
ingredients within us, whatever we need for today: wisdom, courage, kindness,
self-control. He stirs it up until passion for him grows, and then, as we rest
in him, the loving warmth of his Spirit grows these virtues within us to see us
through the day.
The fragrance of Jesus, like the fragrance of the baking
bread, is delicious and beautiful, drawing others to come and taste.
May I linger long-enough in the arms of the divine bread-maker,
so that those I meet this day would be drawn to the beautiful fragrance of Jesus,
that they would taste and see that the Lord is good.
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