I’ve made thousands of loaves of bread. I have a very simple recipe that I’ve used for decades. Grinding my own flour, feeling the warmth of the dough as I knead it, the smell of baking bread and honey butter…it has been a wonderful constant in my life. About a year ago my bread stopped rising.
It’s almost summer. For us that means wonderful, healthy, non-screen, fun things to do as a family. Maybe it’s the beach. Maybe it’s a pool or a lake. Waterfalls are amazing. I love being in and around water. Now perhaps you’re not thinking of how the water feels on your skin, or the wonder a child experiences jumping the waves.
I write this not because it is easy for me, but because it is necessary for me. As much as I say I long for rest or heaven or peace or just ONE problem free day, I have become increasingly aware of how I make my own life harder.
When John the Baptist died, Jesus left on a ship to a “desert place apart” (Matthew 14:13). He sought time and space to mourn a friend. Yet he was followed by a large group of people. When he saw them he healed their sick and taught them all day long. At evening He had five loaves and two fishes. He blessed them and broke them and fed more than 5,000 people with food remaining.
I hesitate to write this. It’s about parenting. Do I hide this from my children so they don’t laugh at just how much I need what I’m writing? Let’s try to learn together.