A Toast to Him

One impossible thing before breakfast

One Impossible Thing before Breakfast

I woke up and headed for my small corner room, where I sit and read and pray. As usual, I made myself a cup of coffee and a piece of jam-toast. Baking sourdough bread became popular amongst friends during the covid years, and I joined the tasty epidemic of bread-making. I now make a fairly decent German, healthy, whole grain bread, which makes great toast. Thus, the toast.

It was a treat with a purpose—communion—or, simply put, I wanted to share a bite with God and seek His presence. It may seem like a religious or formal act, but note; I was still in my pyjamas. My way of saying, “Good morning, God. Let’s talk.”

“… sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”

~ Lewis Carrol (Alice in Wonderland)

Today was one of those days; impossible things before breakfast. Maybe not six impossible things, but at least one.

I screwed the lid on my coffee and set my toast on a plate. With both in hand I headed to my corner. As I placed my coffee down I stumbled. I don’t understand what happened, only that I’d been clumsy and distracted, and then lost control of everything before I nearly fell over. My plate clattered to the floor.  My first thought was, My toast! So fresh, warm and buttery! I could scarcely stand to look.

I peered down at my feet, afraid to access the mess I’d made. It had fallen with such a racket, and oh, how my heart was set on the toast! Coffee and toast, a great morning goal.

My plate lay upside-down on the floor, but, the two halves of toast were jam-side-up on the lid of my coffee! How was that possible? Considering all the impossible things before breakfast, this was mine. The one impossible thing. God was there waiting and ready to catch. While I clattered about, distracted, with my heart set on toast, He waited. He won. Love silenced my distractions.

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Don’t Listen to Noise

Weak and overwhelmed by chaos of life

Watch over me I’m the apple of your eye,

Lift me up and shelter me pour out your grace

Take away distractions that I can see your face

Your presence is honor it wraps me in light

I am your shooting star sent into the night

To paradise the place you’ve prepared for me

That paradise I rest in is now complete

Hidden in you, oh, I find myself so strong

When I’m weak, I find its where I am kept in you

I’m sheltered there and I have peace.

Watch over me, I’m the apple…

Overwhelmed, by your love, take away distractions,

remove the distractions so I can see your face

Watch over me

I’m the apple of your eye, I’m hidden in you

I’m lifted high,

Your presence is armor, it wraps me in light

I am your shooting star send me into the night.

And I will proclaim you to be my paradise

I live in the place prepared for me in this life, yes,

I live in the place prepared for me … its right.

Oh…. when my heart learned to beat… don’t listen to the noise…

hear the still silent song… the whisper of the breeze.