our daily bread… fresh from the oven
smothered in peanut-butter and honey
breakfast each morning…
with smeared fingers we sit together, open the Bible, each to his own, side by side while
dawn breaks like eggs across blue-china sky and drips onto scripture-page.
husband and i sit in morning silence and devour, word and bread… crumbs falling, forsaken onto my pregnant belly.
i pray that somehow, this daily ritual of dropping-crumbs will feed my unborn child…
that he will wake from the womb knowing his Maker
that he will hunger after God more than any earthly morsel
and that his own little fingers might smudge holy pages
with peanut-butter
…in this breaking of fast
…in this feasting on faith.
imperfect prose 
Linda said,
November 6, 2009 at 4:33 pm
I cannot think of a sweeter, wiser, more loving prayer for your little one. I pray for you daily – for a safe delivery and healthy, sweet little one.
A. said,
November 6, 2009 at 5:36 pm
❤ That's so cool, this morning I prayed for your little guy … pretty much what you wrote (re: relationship w/ God etc.) not that I'm tooting my own horn or anything … just thought it seemed to be divine intervention ~
love you!! any day now =)
a.
Teneale said,
November 6, 2009 at 8:34 pm
That is so awesome! I love your little morning tradition. You guys have set up your family to be faith filled, love devoted and peanut butter smeared!
joannamallory said,
November 8, 2009 at 11:05 pm
Amen! God bless each one of you.
Prairie Chick said,
November 9, 2009 at 7:34 pm
Your words bless… encourage… warm… delight. I love coming here.