This morning I ordered a slice of pumpkin loaf to accompany my coffee at the Mother Ship. When Barista Sheila called my name, she held out not one but two pastry bags and explained that she'd accidentally broken the corner off of the first slice. Rather than throwing the damaged goods out, she gave me both the imperfect one and a fresh one.
When Terry showed up a few minutes later, she remarked that she'd been in a hurry and forgot a few things. Including her package of breakfast biscuits. I casually asked if she'd ordered food and when she said no, I plunked the bag containing the extra pumpkin loaf on her table. And then I explained what happened.
God had a plan for that extra slice of bread all along. And I'm thankful that I was given the opportunity to share my bounty with my friend.
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