Every morning at 3 AM, while kneading dough, I say the prayers my mother taught me, my medal dusted with flour. Recently, a customer noticed it and shared how her own medal helped her start this neighborhood’s first food bank.
The stories rise like fresh dough – the elderly couple who met at our bakery’s charity breakfast and now volunteer together, the young mother who found strength in our morning prayer group while learning to bake bread. Each loaf I shape reminds me that nourishment comes in many forms.
Baking with blessing,
Thomas the Baker 🍞
