Bread and Milk

I found some memories today, tucked back in a corner somewhere.

I’ve been trying to lose weight, and working on portion control. It’s the Nutrisystem, and it’s been good so far. Not dramatic results, but a pound lost each week is healthy. This morning for my carbohydrate, I had a slice of wheat bread, and for my protein, I had a glass of milk.

And ate them together. My grandfather used to tear bread slices into 2″ pieces and soak them in a glass of milk, then eat them with a fork. Bread and milk together has a unique taste, not found in either bread nor milk alone. I was surprised to find they tasted a memory of my grandfather.

My grandfather was active in community, active in church, and taught bible study for decades. In all the time I knew him, I never heard a single harsh word from him. He had umpteen opportunities to do so; as an active kid with a slingshot, I probably provided plenty of them. But never did he speak an unkind word that I heard.

Thank you, Oh Lord, for the memory today. My grandfather was a wonderful, patient, kind man of God, and I thank you for the time I had to know him while he walked this world. He is still an example many years later of your light shining through men.

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