The Grain Offering
In those awesome, ancient days
when You named stars out of nothing
summoned the waters and kissed us to
life,
at the birth of time and the first
sunrise
when you word-planted tawny
wheat-stalks,
did You look with a kind eye to
“someday”
and see this warm, brown loaf pulled
from the oven
for these little ones who are dancing
because of the bread?
There is butter on their chins and they
are filled.
Take it, Lord.
(written tonight in the kitchen, in gratitude)
My seven year old likes to categorize
things by "Stuff that God Made" and "Stuff that People Made from
Stuff that God Made".
Tonight, I made bread. From stuff God made.
My boys are all
carb-junkies who would just love to live on bread, so when it comes out of
the oven, they are in the kitchen within seconds. Tonight, there was even a
happy dance in the middle of the kitchen floor (the three year old). I was
cutting into that bread, trying not to burn my fingers (because they never will
let it cool) and suddenly, I thought of the first wheat, at the other end of time. God spoke, “Wheat,
BE!” and now I can bake bread for my boys.
That wasn’t the only Bread He
provided my family…
Jesus said to them, “I am the
Bread of Life. He who comes to Me will never be hungry. He
who puts his trust in Me will never be thirsty. (John 6:35, NLT)
For the bread and for The Bread, I am grateful.
Ambushed by The Bread of Life and made alive,
Kimberly
(for more on "the Grain Offering," see Leviticus 2)
