Thoughts over bread

So glad it's Friday. We have a busy weekend planned and two huge dumpsters in our driveway to prove it.

We're all feeling a little melancholy today. I wasn't sure if it was the weather or the end of a busy week but the day called for some homemade bread. Ian helped me knead the dough and we watched it closely to make sure it was rising properly under the towel. For dinner we had a little salad with deviled eggs and some of the bread... but mostly bread, warm, with lots of butter and honey.

It dawned on me about halfway through kneading why I was feeling off. And then I remembered the news I had read early yesterday morning. I'm so very very sad for their family. What a tragic loss and in such a tragic way.

I didn't realize how much it had shaken me. I think it's partly because I'm a mom and partly because of who's family it is. I have a soft spot in my heart for Steven Curtis Chapman. His music was so present during my late teens and early twenties. I remember living in this house, when it belonged to my sister and her family, sitting in my bedroom listening to his CD over and over again. I really began to shape my beliefs about God and who He was and is to me during this time. It's amazing how a song can take you back to a specific time and make you feel as if you are right there, present for it all again.

I'm praying for his family and especially his teenage son. In the meantime, I'm curling up with my boys tonight and keeping them close, thanking God for every day we have together.

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