Dear Lord,
Thank you for this food in my bowl that I could easily pour from a container in my pantry and moisten with milk from the refrigerator. Thank you for my husband who prepared the granola. Thank you for those who planted the walnut trees long ago and far away in California, and for those who harvest them as seasonal workers. Thank you for the ingenious folks who got the coconuts down from the towering palm tree, split it open and made its nutty flavours available to me in the temperate zone. Thanks for the olive oil pressed in the Mediterranean, bottled and shipped across the ocean. Thank you for the oats grown on domestic soil, processed and transported to my local grocery store. Thank you for the corn syrup to sweeten the mixture and the farmers who cared for the cows that were milked.
For the ceramic bowl and the stainless steel spoon, durable, reusable and developed by artisans in their own right, I pause to give you thanks.
Surely, this serving that I consume in less than 10 minutes required orchestration that deserves applause. Teach me the discipline of a grateful heart.
In Jesus name,
Amen
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