Life is like that big pot of steamy soup on the stove that we cook once a week.  It starts out with just plain water–an ordinary human day.  Then with a little color, like carrots or a letter from a brother, the flavor starts to melt.  Lots of celery is good, sort of like the vitamins, stretching and food for fuel that I prepare, more tasty background to my day.

The meat of the soup, the center of the day, is the heart of my morning when I claim the best part of my Friend.  I cut up Her love, fresh and forgiving, real and substantial, so it is the most flavorful part of the day. 

I surround myself in Her Presence and the soup cooks long on the stove of my heart, warming an aroma throughout my day.