If Jesus is the bread of life, let my heart be the kitchen. Let my actions and words be the window to his bakery of life, so that the scent of his love wafts out of everything that I am. When people ask for bread, may I share it with them, even when I feel like there isn't even enough for myself; because there is always more, freshly made on a constant basis. And let me serve it freely and humbly to all who want to partake. For I am not the baker, just the server. So start cooking up a storm in this very heart, Lord. Order up!
*warning: I am known for my insane analogies, so I apologize in advance if they don't make sense- it's just how my brain works!
Love to you all!