The Loaf Of Bread

On Tuesday I was really wanting some bread, I know it may seem odd to you, but as a poor student I often don't have the things that I want or need at home. I don't like talking about it because I don't like to make people feel sorry for me.

I had planned on taking Aunt Iva to Apple Valley because she can get the discount on that day. I thought I would just get the things I needed then.

After classes, I called Aunt Iva to see when she wanted to go. She explained that Janet had the day off and did all her shopping for her. I was very disappointed because I didn't want to ride or walk over there. She offered me her car, but I did take it because I don't feel right taking her car. Then I remembered the food pantry only open to students that would give me food. They meet on Tuesdays and Thursdays. So I decided to go even though I don't like to be handed food, but I am just too proud when it comes to that.

Once I got there, the only drinks there were milk and I am trying hard not to eat any milk. I had to refuse a lot of stuff for this reason. When I got to the bread station, I asked if they had any without milk and was told I would have to find it if there was some. I was expecting this, most places don't sort what they are giving away like that.

In the middle of the boxes of bread was a box of onions. You may think I am odd, but for me onions are a treat. I had only one and I wasn't putting it in my soup because I was going to use it for something special. Like if I made something to give away, although I don't do that very often. I just didn't feel worthy to eat that onion with out some reason for cutting it. Now, here before me, was a box of the precious food. That seemed too good to be true, I still haven't used any, but my mouth waters every time I look at them. I only took 5, I didn't think I was being too greedy.

Then I looked at the bread. They had lots of English muffins, but not very many loaves of bread left. I had come late to avoid the line, but I had missed the bread. I looked at 4-5 loaves, but they all had milk.

“I just want one loaf, Lord, just one loaf.” I said under my breath as I found one more to check for milk. It was the same brand as the others that had milk, but this one didn't. I was so excited. I now had bread. I also found a bag of mini bagels that were good too. I was so happy and gladly brought the treasures that God had given me home and enjoyed them with the chile I had made for that evening.

God is so good to me.