For several years, my husband and I have prayed the Lord's Prayer together
as part of our morning devotional time together.
This morning, reflecting on the words we had prayed, I remarked something to this effect:
"The words 'give us today our daily bread' have taken on a special meaning
for me over the past few days."
Before my knee replacement surgery, I made a large batch of our vegetable soup
and froze it in small quantities for us to eat during my recovery.
We've only eaten one meal of the vegetable soup!
As it is turning out, Daily Bread has been appearing in such a variety of forms.
One day - leftover rice and black beans from a church dinner.
I made at least two meals out of these, including some black bean chili.
Another day it was potato soup from a friend.
One day scalloped potatoes and ham delivered by my sister.
This morning - a few minutes after remarking about how the Father had indeed
provided our Daily Bread,
my husband returned from the post office with a card.
Twenty-five dollars were enclosed with a note saying, "Get some carry-out. Our treat!"
Empty containers witness to the generosity of friends
and Daily Bread.
How blessed we are.