Daily Bread

The waiting season of pain is one of the hardest seasons to endure.

Think of the sounds that bring a smile to your heart: a bird singing outside your window at dawn, the crack of a bat sending a ball over the fence for your team, a soft summer rain, the refrain on your playlist that never gets old, or Handel’s “Hallelujah Chorus” filling our sanctuary.

No season lasts forever.

I know lots of jokes.

Life has hard spots.

My first roommate in college and I got along pretty well, but by the end of our first semester, I think we had both reached our limit.

I believe you laugh with people, not at people.

My Aunt Hazel and my grandmother were wonderful cooks.

I have come to believe something about God.

My grandson KJ loves all things bread and desserts.