Bread is like a prayer...

I have been baking bread for my family for the past month or so. Homemade bread is a promise I made to myself, when we finally decided to move forward with me staying home. I have found that for me, baking bread is like a prayer.

As I knead the dough, I find myself pouring out my heart to the Lord, lifting up my family and friends in prayer. Each loaf is like a little piece of my heart, my love, a way to nourish those I love so very much. I found a really great recipe, and have been tweaking it weekly. Adding a little more wheat, a little more honey...a little of this, a little of that. Baking bread is a time for me to quiet my heart, to settle my spirit, to connect with who I feel the Father made me to be.

As a mother, I feel that the Lord made me to be an intricate part of nourishing my family. Food is not the only way...for my children to see me absorbed in the Word, living my life in a way that would glorify the Lord- then I am a part of nourishing them body, spirit and soul.

I find myself looking forward to the days that I will be baking bread. My mind seems the most focused on the Lord during this time, it is as if I can shut out all distractions and just commune with Him. I can also begin to receive His love...allow myself to be imperfect. No two loaves come out the same; some are larger, some are smaller, some have minor cracks in the crust- they are imperfectly perfect. I think that is the way the Lord sees us. He loves the differences in us, he made us to be exactly who we are.