I have a dream. To open a bakery.
I can see it in my head. It's not fancy or trendy. It's homey and yummy.
Where the walls are sage green with pictures of 'my bakery family' (anyone who comes in my bakery) on the walls with their free birthday cupcake. With white painted tables for bible studies or homework, and laughing, and crying. Where Love is spoken here.
It's where no one loves you like your momma.
It's a place where Jesus comes to eat, and talk, and smile, and laugh.
It's a place where you are loved no matter where you're at. It's a place that you know you will be loved, even if it's in your coffee and danish, or your soup and some bread.
It's a place that does turn a profit, so that we can give to others generously without even thinking about it. It's a place where we have 'THE best _____'. And we take time off in the summer for Mission Trips.
It's a place that you get your family birthday cakes, muffins for Sunday breakfast, or just a 'little something' just when you need it.
It's a place that gives back to the community, wherever we happen to be standing, on the block of the building or in the midst of the greatest city ever (Detroit).
It's the place where you come to get your holiday desserts.
It's a place that serves seasonal specialities because everyone knows blueberries just aren't that great in November. Only the best tasting stuff will be served here.
It's coffee, it's tea, it's juice, it's water.
It's food for the soul.