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Lord, you have a sense of humor. Couldn't you hold off the downpour just long enough for me to get my day at least started? Kate settled on a parking space and made a wild dash through ankle-deep water to gain entrance to her local grocery store.
Now what, Lord? The grocery cart had a mind of its own; three wheels rolled the straight and narrow path, the fourth was marching down the wide-path of destruction. Throwing her items into the wayward buggy, she reached the check-out counter just in time to be cut off by a mother-of-the-year wannabe with two toddlers in tow, a month's worth of groceries, a hand full of coupons and a checkbook out of checks. Nice touch, Lord.
Arriving home, Kate unloaded the car and carried the heavy bags into the kitchen. Why is it the kids are no where to be found when I could use their help?
What? I don't believe it! How could they? The bread had been bagged with a can of corn and two cans of green beans, restoring it to kneaded dough. Hard cans and soft bread! Of all the pet peeves, this one was classic to Kate. Do not mash the bread! This was Kate's eleventh commandment.
Throwing up her hands, Kate decided to leave the mess. Tears flooded her eyes and anger controlled her spirit as she got back into her car to get the rest of the chores done, first on the list, the dry cleaners.
“Good morning, Kate. How are you?” Sally had worked in her family's dry cleaners since she was tall enough to reach over the counter.
“Can you believe the grocers bagged my bread with heavy cans in the same bag?”
“Oh, no. I was just reading in 1 Kings this morning about ravens bringing bread to Elijah. Can you imagine?”
If that's what it takes... “Thanks, Sally. I've got to run.”
A few minutes later Kate dropped by to check on Betty. Best friends since childhood, Kate and Betty shared the ups and downs of life; Betty was recovering from recent gall bladder surgery.
“Betty? You feeling better?”
“Hey, Kate. Yeah, I guess. I'm getting cabin fever, so that's a good sign, isn't it?”
“Can you believe the grocers bagged my bread with heavy cans in the same bag?”
“Oh, my.”
“I brought you a king-size Hershey's bar. You want it now?”
“No. I'll have it later. You know what it says in Proverbs...bread eaten in secret is pleasant.”
If you can eat your bread after it's mashed to bits “Well, I've got to run. Call me if you need anything.”
Kate pulled up to the gas pump. Am I the only one who can see the tank is empty? Kate pulled out her credit card and went in to pay.
“Good morning. How are you?” The cashier couldn't have been a day over sixteen.
“Well, I'd be better if the grocer hadn't bagged my bread with heavy cans!”
“That's too bad. You know what it says in the Bible...man shall not live by bread alone.” Out of the mouth of a pimpled-face kid... Yeah, that's what I need, Lord.
Kate drove to the hardware store. Someone has to pick up weed killer.
“Need some help?”
“I could have used some help this morning when the grocer bagged my bread with heavy cans!”
“Funny thing about bread...the Bible says the bread of God is He which cometh down from Heaven.”
Okay, Lord. Enough. I get the message.
Kate stopped by the church to remove the dead flowers from the front of the sanctuary,another thankless job.
As she cleaned away the dead leaves, Kate looked at the sun pouring through the stained-glass window behind the pulpit. Noted at the bottom were the words from Mark 14:22---Jesus took bread...take, eat:this is my body.
Kneeling at the altar, tears of shame and guilt flowed as Kate's hard-heart became soft again. Forgive, me Lord.
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