A friend recently reminded me of the inherent joy of food, and the message it has the power to convey. To wake up, walk into a dawn-lit kitchen, hear the gurgle of a perking coffee, spot four waiting mugs, each with a silver spoon resting within & see a pile of fresh blueberry muffins waiting on the table-- is to feel loved.
Intentional gifts of beautiful food are a great blessing to a hungry heart. We pray as we crack the eggs. We cry as we stir the wooden spoon through thick batter. We love outwards as we feel the blast of heat from an open oven door. And we bless as we place the fullness of what was created into the hands of the one who feels a bit lost.
