as the dough begins to rise under the warmth of the sun, daydreaming sets in & flutters my heart.
a ledge accompanied by a labor of love - one to keep, and one to give. vapors of citrus fill the air & our souls in subtle, happy ways. the thudding of toddler feet as they enter in and out of where you are.
as i allowed the dough to rise, i was met with this nostalgia of a younger me. the one that longed for simple living, and contentment of the here and now. to be present, yet actively growing & creating. to make things from a garden i started, or a yeast i formed. to make something that cannot be made in an instant; learning to enjoy the slooow process in getting there. to raise a family that finds joy, contentment, value and inspiration through these simple, mundane and rhythmic routines — and use them as a tool to bless anyone we can.
to represent the love of Christ on a minor scale - now that’s what it’s all about. i think we forget sometimes that it all starts at home.
