Yesterday started off as another quiet day of recuperation. Chris used the time to keep up with her exercises. I found my requisite three or four jigsaw puzzle pieces. So … quiet.
Until …
We somehow ended up with three bananas that were, well, less than edible. Just overripe. Very overripe. And Chris knew just the ticket. She found a recipe, two actually, for banana bread. Joanna Gaines had one, but it required five bananas. The other one just needed three. Perfect.
Soooo … guess who made banana bread for the first time in his fledgling career? This guy. Chris said it tasted pretty good, too. Figured her judgment would be more valid than mine, since I don’t really like banana bread all that much. I doctored my piece up with butter and sugar and cinnamon. It was certainly edible. Not bad, actually. Yet another first for me in the midst of this rotator cuff quarantine. Go, me.
Matthew 18:20 says, For where two or three are gathered together in My name, I am there among them.
Father, thank you for Chris’ encouragement and coaching in that bread experiment. Amen.
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