He loved us and I understood that, because there were English muffins with raisins and cinnamon and they were given to me freely. Maybe that’s why those English muffins tasted so good. It wasn’t just the sweetness of the cinnamon and the savory raisins filled with juiciness. It was because they were provided for me. They made me feel loved, cared for. Love. Love is a free English muffin.
God-given bread is always best. The muffins were a blessing to us. A gift. They would have spoiled and gone to waste. Instead, we were the ones spoiled.
When pinching pennies, you can never beat the price of a gift. God knows the desires of our hearts. All of them. Even the English muffin ones.
When has the universe sent something back to you?
What shows love to you?
How do you show love?
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