Course Corrections

Course Corrections by debgrant

I woke up this morning thinking about bread. Not an unusual thought for a long-time keto eater. My way of eating was a course correction a few years back. I needed to kick the sugar addiction, the fast food, the dial-up dinners, the preservatives, the eating to fill a void. Keto was a good course correction for me. Not easy. Not for everyone. I still wish I weighed less, but I feel better. I am still learning. I’ve never been much of a cook or a baker. I do miss bread. So I learned. I found a keto recipe that works. The loaf in the picture was my second try. The knuckle bump in the middle of it happened because of an air bubble. I learned I had to settle the dough in the pan before baking it. The third loaf was better.

There is sadness. There is the need for course corrections. There are things to learn.

I thought about manna in the wilderness this morning. About how, in the Bible story, it was provided to the people to gather…in the morning. Day by day. They had no refrigeration, no preservatives. They literally needed daily bread. They literally needed to trust the one who provided it. Day by day.

I thought about sadness this morning. The sadness is great. It is gripping us. It is gripping me and in so many ways, I have it easy, and yet it is a formidable enemy. We are weary. I don’t have to tell you why because you know. Many of you know so much more than others. I thought about the people in the Bible stories who so often needed to make course corrections, to learn, and often that came in the form of a prophet saying….time for a course correction…learn something.

In the face of a powerful and lifeless force - the great sadness - I will be my own prophet for the day and say, ‘I need a course correction.’ I need to get energy to push back the sadness. I learned I need to be connected to my creator and my place in the creation every day. Every. Day. It helps if I think about where to find bread in the morning. It is a start. It is a step away from the abyss.

Peace,

Deb