I trace my hand along the top of a warm loaf of Ciabatta, not long out of the oven. I pick it up and examine it, raise it to my face and breathe its aroma deep, my eyes instinctively closing as I experience it.

Suddenly wondering if I should feel silly, I ask Steve, “Is it okay to feel reverent toward bread?”

“Sure.” he answers. “It’s a good gift.”

I smile, thinking over all that God has brought to my heart lately, all the awareness of all these good gifts.

“Yes.” I plunk the loaf back onto the parchment and grin. “Yes, it truly is.”

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