Don’t you love toast and jam?
Linda came back from Montana with a gift for us. A jar of huckleberry jam.
Do you have a taste or a food that brings back warm memories?
When we lived in Spokane we would get huckleberry jam every time we headed over to Idaho or Montana.
So I have been enjoying huckleberry jam and toast every morning.
Peace, comfort, joy and toast.
But now I have a problem.
Yesterday, Sue brought us a jar of homemade strawberry jam.
This blessing introduced conflict into my peaceful morning routine.
What am I to do?
It is like two kids, “Which of us do you love the most?”
This morning I resolved the conflict.
Two additional slices of bread had to make the ultimate sacrifice.