Stories of Worms In Bread From Heaven

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Yesterday I ran out before dawn and gathered so much of the bread

Mama, always told me it wasn't bread, nor waffles, nor wafers, nor whatever I chose to name it. 

We could not qualify it

Soft and pure

The breakfast of angels

It was the bread I had always know

'Manna' I mouthed

Nothing like it before

Bread from heaven

Today I woke to the stench

There were worms in my basket

There were worms on my table

There were worms on my hand

Is this what we do?

We carry the provision of day into another

The anointing of a season into another

We charge up ourselves like batteries and expect to be superheros for life

'. . .And the oil dried up'

'. . .And Moses said, "let no one leave any of it until morning."Notwithstanding they did not heed Moses. but some of them left part of it until morning and it bred worms and stank'

The substantial motive behind trying to carry over an anointing of a former season into a new one is the questioning of God's providing power and presence.

The Manna is a daily chase so is the bread from heaven

If we keep it up for the next season 

If we choose not to choose freshness

If we do not seek the fresh oil after a new dawning

We know the smell

Our portion is a  perfume that goes before us

There is Manna for each day, trust God and come.