BREADBONES

As a little girl,growing up in Florida,I would spend many a night, with Grandaddy and Grandmother Ray.They were my southern grandparents and sticklers for manners.Grandaddy was deaf as a doorknob,but my sweetheart!At every meal, he would always have a plate loaded up with slices of bread.He said that the bread was to dissolve the fishbones, incase we swallowed them. Even if we didn't have fish, the bread was always there. I guess we were gonna catch a bone from something!
Anyhoo,I thought about this funny little quirk of his, and how he loved his bread......
I also thought about how our Lord and Savior is also the Bread of Life, and if we will partake of Him and His word, we too can dissolve those cantankerous old bones of contention that keep welling up inside of us!
Becky