It was one of those beautiful Tuesday mornings where the sun shines brightly and everything feels peaceful, though the forecast promised thunderstorms rolling in later in the day. I always enjoy those kinds of days—the quiet before the rain, the gentle reminder that every season has its purpose.
Today was a homemaker’s kind of day. I spent the morning making fresh bread, filling the house with that wonderful aroma that somehow makes everything feel cozy and familiar. I also made strawberry-rhubarb jam, a taste of summer tucked away in jars to enjoy later. On the stove, a pot of baked beans simmered away, filling the kitchen with memories of simpler days.
By suppertime, I fried up some toutons to go alongside the beans. Growing up in Newfoundland, toutons were always comfort food, and even now they remind me of home and of the many blessings God has given me throughout the years.
As the clouds began to gather and the distant rumble of thunder announced the coming rain, I found myself feeling thankful for this quiet life in our little town. There is something beautiful about ordinary days. They may not seem exciting to the world, but they are rich with God’s goodness.
After years of rushing and seasons of hardship, I’ve come to treasure these peaceful moments. A warm kitchen, the sound of rain on the roof, a simple meal, and the assurance that God is walking with me each day—these are treasures money cannot buy.
My Christian walk has taught me that joy isn’t found in grand adventures or busy schedules. Sometimes joy is found in kneading bread, stirring jam, and listening to thunder roll across the prairie while knowing that the Author of my story is faithful.
“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.” — Psalm 23:1
And truly, I lack nothing.
Just a quiet Tuesday, and a heart full of gratitude.
