I sweep the crumbs into my hands from the table. The bread which was kneaded by my hands, was eaten and now, the remains, crumbs. Bread comes with crumbs. Crumbs that are under your feet. Crumbs that get stuck to the floor. Crumbs. I hate crumbs. I love bread.
Life comes with crumbs.......
Things that get in our way. slow us down. stress us out. These are times when we have to stop and pray, asking God for a fresh new start....
just a thought....
2 comments:
deeep thoughts!
That's great Taylor,
yes LIFE does
come with
crumbs.
Love,
Molly
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