Before the first bite, there’s a pause — a breath of gratitude.
Faith doesn’t just live in temples or churches; sometimes, it’s right there in the kitchen. It’s in the quiet “thank you” whispered over bread. It’s in the patience of a slow-cooked stew. It’s in the act of serving others, plate by plate.
Faith reminds us that every good thing — from a ripe tomato to a deep belly laugh — is a gift. When we eat with gratitude, every meal becomes a moment of worship.
