Again today, I get a phone call.
Usually it's on a Tuesday late morning. Today is not without an exception.
"(papatacoman) this is Kurka. I have a bag for you, when you get some time, just come to the front door and get it."
It's been that way for the past 6 weeks.
The bag? It's a bag of bread, and he gets a kick out of calling me and seeing that my "kiddos have some food to eat for the week".
He knows that it's not easy around here, and the $15 of bread he gives us each week is well used, and eaten with thankful hearts.
I'll share more of this 92 year old blessing that lives down the street in the future.
1 comment:
How sweet! Thank goodness for all the types of family that take care of us.
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