Prayer: May the traditions of my hands be a memory to the hearts of my children. Amen
What happens from the time we wake up to when we go to bed? For me it's a rollercoaster of being a wife, mom, daughter, sister, teacher and friend. Sometimes I forget my own name or call my daughter by the dog's name. But in all the chaos in all the loudness of the world what gets me from day to day is my faith. It sounds to many as simple or stupid but to me it's the only way. This blog is the story of my faith in my daily life, how the Lord has blessed me and why I call myself his.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Bread 2.0
Thanks to a dear church friend who gifted my family with a bread machine. We are using it today for the first time! We have oatmeal and honey bread in there now and I can't wait to try it. It was a great rainy day activity to do with the kids who were fascinated by it. Blessed.


Prayer: May the traditions of my hands be a memory to the hearts of my children. Amen
Prayer: May the traditions of my hands be a memory to the hearts of my children. Amen
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
It looks awesome! Well done, Mama!
Post a Comment