The piece of bread is still hanging on for dear life to the bush outside my door. It hasn't been claimed by bird nor beast.
And since I'm not quite sure where it came from, I'm not really claiming it, either.
But I'm glad it's there. The crust of bread is comforting.
God provides.
There's a proverb in there, somewhere. Mannasota, I think you should call it. Manna, if not from heaven, maybe from Duluth.
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Hmmm...I'm not sure manna would come from Duluth. But then again...Spirit Mountain IS in Duluth...
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm from Duluth!
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