As I began preparing tomorrow’s Thanksgiving dinner for my family, it occurred to me what a magical transformation has occurred in my life.
Many, many years ago when I was hurt or upset I would bake bread. It happened so often back then that my freezer was always full of homemade baked goods. It was always so rewarding that the more I worked the dough the better the bread turned out! What a fantastic outlet for releasing my frustration and anger.
Now, as I pull the fresh dinner rolls from the oven I smile, knowing these were made with pure joy.
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