Sunday, February 12, 2012

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.


  1. Thank you so much for sharing. Its so easy to carry over today's provision to tomorrow and think it will satisfy our needs...But there is Manna for each day.

    God bless you!

  2. Ema, you're welcome and thanks so much for dropping a comment. This means a lot to me. Again Thanks



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