Fresh Bread is my term for an openness to learning. Fresh bread is the best! Its aroma fills my home, invites hunger and fills my kitchen with would-be partakers.

The living God originated fresh understanding and fresh insights to lead us along a fresh path every day. This blog is an account of my journey.

The path of the righteous grows brighter and brighter until the full day… Proverbs 4:17

Bear Cub

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Think determined bear cub Muscles strain in sturdy thighs Climbing high back stool Without bars Without holds To the top To the bounty To the promise this treasure holds Liquidy soap discovered and Propelled by Dimpled knuckles grasping tight Sugar bowl dipped In soggy saliva Soaked Fists Pantry beckons Cookies…

The Ark On Our Shoulders

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Every writing project is a journey. At the end, we arrive at a destination that depends on every bit of our hard work. There were obstacles we had to leap over and lots of fine-tuning to do. Our laptops flamed with the rush of inspiration one moment and grew stone…

A Ring In the River, Part 2

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  Winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come… (Song of Songs 2:11) I closed my eyes one Sunday morning while we worshipped. In my mind, I saw a picture of me holding out a ring. It…

A Stage At the River

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  One night in 2009 on Britain’s Got Talent, a little woman walked on stage, hairy eyebrows and a saucy attitude. Nervous, she struggled to remember where she lived. In the background were snickers and whispers of ridicule as she shared her dream to become a professional singer. Everyone laughed.…

A Child’s Voice in the River

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Watch Video A speech impediment plagued my five-year old self. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t pronounce my name. The letter “l” was impossible, the “r” tricky. My name, Laurel, required mastery of one or the other. The sound that tumbled out of my mouth in an untidy…

Heavy Machinery in the River

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I love order. Like when my house is clean, the laundry is done, and the garden has flowers, not weeds. And I’ve gotten my word count in for the day. You know, design that colors within the lines. In my life, this happens only on occasion. Except for the writing,…

Unscripted Life

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I talked to a friend on Sunday. The kind of friend who’s such a thinker, I need a notepad when he shares a sentence or two. “Are you getting those profound thoughts of yours out into cyberspace?” I asked. “No. I’d have to validate everything I say. It would take…

Drought in the River

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Deep cracks penetrated dusty soil and leaves on the olive trees fainted in desert heat. No crops, dwindling livestock, nothing to prove it was indeed, the land of promise. Two dreams given to an Egyptian pharaoh foretold the drought. A young Hebrew, pulled out of one of his dungeons, interpreted…

Hearing in the River

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The Lord likes to talk. He doesn’t require a professional spokesman, although He might enlist a friend. He doesn’t always need words. I hear Him whisper in gentle murmurs of a sleeping grandchild on my lap. He joins me on a walk with my son as we process our journey…
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