Monday, April 6, 2009


My son, having heard all about the wonderfulness that emerges from my bread machine on a weekly daily hourly basis put in a request for a loaf of cinnamon raisin bread.

Sure, I was quick to reply. Because what mom doesn't love to give gifts of food to their children, especially once that are warm and fragrant and speckled with plump raisins and spiced with cinnamon?

The yeast didn't work. I made a rock for Josiah.

"Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone?" Matt.7:9

Clearly, I will.

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