Tag: fresh bread
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Fresh Bread..

Over the last few weeks, the Lord has been speaking to us as a fellowship about His fresh bread which is available to us every day. We have access to the very bread of life..Jesus himself..and the Lord wants to be our daily bread. I wrote a series of posts about Fresh bread last year…
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Fresh Bread (5) – our appetite

The Lord keeps bringing these verses from Isaiah 55 back to mind over these last weeks. v1 “Come, all you who are thirsty, come to the waters; and you who have no money, come, buy and eat! Come, buy wine and milk without money and without cost. 2 Why spend money on what is not…
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Fresh Bread (4) God’s Banqueting table

During this Holy Week as we consider the death and resurrection of Jesus, I am reminded of God’s banqueting table and that His banner over us there is love. Those words are from the Song of Solomon “He brought me to the banqueting house,And his banner over me was love.” Song of Songs 2.4 NKJV…
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Fresh Bread (3) Feeding others..

The miracle of the feeding of the five thousand by Jesus has much to teach us today and is told in all four gospels. It’s such a well known miracle but this verse from Mark’s gospel really stood out to me. “But He (Jesus) answered and said to them, “You give them something to eat.”…
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Fresh Bread (2) Sharing

My post yesterday about Fresh Bread reminded me that this was not the first time the Lord has spoken to me on this theme, so I want to re-share during this Holy Week more of the same, as we fix our eyes on Jesus and meditate on His death and resurrection. Jesus the bread of…
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Fresh Bread..

Mmmmm. The smell of fresh bread straight from the oven. Is there anything better? The smell itself gets our tastebuds working and brings an anticipation of the delights ahead of us. One of my earliest memories of my childhood in Scotland was being sent out for the “morning rolls” – bringing them home, baked fresh…
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Fresh Bread
Whilst worshipping today I had a vision of Jesus. It was so beautiful that I started crying. The Lord was seated behind a long table. He had his arms outstretched to the side as wide as possible and his face was gentle and welcoming. He was looking straight at me. I couldn’t see the end…
