Burnt Toast...Or is it?

​“The decisions that we write off as momentary, insignificant, incidental, everyday encounters are exactly when we have a chance to define ourselves.
To find beauty. To engage the world around us. To create memories.” 

― Teri Hatcher, Burnt Toast: And Other Philosophies of Life This weekend as our daughter toasted her bread, it stayed down a bit too long. She likes her toast a golden brown, almost bread if you ask me. Anyway, she took the toast out and asked, "Mom, do I have to eat this? It's burnt in the center." I told she didn't have to eat it if she snapped a picture of it first. She laughed and said, "Of course, that's how all moms respond." 

I told her there is a heart on the toast. I don't think she believed me at first until she looked at it again. Sure enough, she saw the heart.

Why do I share about burnt toast? I don't know what you thought of when you first saw it but I know for me, I thought about how much I am loved. On a deep level, God loves me.

"For God expressed His love for the world in this way: He gave His only Son so that whoever believes in Him will not face everlasting destruction, but will have everlasting life."
​John 3:16 VOICE
​Of course the most obvious love is that of my parents for myself and Heidi, the love of all my family and friends. The love I receive is shared with my family, friends, co-workers, and I try to share this love with those I meet. I'm not always successful but my intent is to try.

I was going to attempt a little humor but when I searched for a quote, to read Teri Hatcher's quote above, I found my self more reflective than silly. In fact, my daughter's burnt toast might seem insignificant to most but when you think about the love it reminded me of...it was a chance this weekend to see the beauty and memories in my life.

This is my favorite burnt toast picture taken by my daughter. She has a great eye for unique pictures, check out her precious Naomi spying the toast. Another aspect of love, the love we have for our pets, and their reciprocated love to us. 

What does a burnt piece of toast make you think of?