after many days.
Our lives are like trails. We begin our journey, only to find our path taking us so many directions we never imagined. I've ridden many literal trails, mostly on my bicycle. Despite the beautiful scenery and locales I have ridden, the most beautiful image that I seem to still see in my mind from past bike rides is wet leaves on the path ahead, swirling around me in the air, and with my son's camo clad back in front of me. I love wet leaves; how they smell, crackle, and the textures and shapes. And, I love my sons.
God's Word is more than bread, it is breath and life. Those leaves you will soon see being cast down to earth and mounting up on the breeze may be dead and do return to the dust they sprang out of. But, they are only the harbingers of new life; the Spring that is yet to come, when all of the leaves of Autumn and the snows of Winter are forgotten. So, go ahead and find some more bread.