Yet if we choose a time of waiting, our extroverted society will do its best to pull us away. We may be called selfish and lazy, too introspective, self-indulgent. “What are you waiting for? Get up and do something. Take action.” When such voices came, I tried to remember the small voice of my daughter, calling me to the depth and solitude of myself, to the experience of patient yeasting. In the end, God and I would make bread. CHAPTER
