Maybe the air caressed my skin like velvet because it finally felt like spring. Just yesterday I wore a scarf and gloves. Acclimated to winter for so long, it was as if my body had gone into hibernation. Today it rejoiced!
Playing the organ, the suede-soled shoes allow my feet just enough friction and sensation to locate the correct notes as they glide over the pedal board.
The smell and texture of bread dough…simple yet complex. Flour and salt, bonded together by water, kneaded, becoming smooth and supple. Simple ingredients transformed. It seems to me that’s how God works in our lives, transforming every day occurrences into sacred experiences.
Bread for the Journey 