I smelled something cooking when I walked this morning. I came upon a family breakfasting on the beach, the scent of frying bacon like a beacon in the morning dimness. I thought of the attraction of eating beside the ocean, of feeding both body and mind with the peace and rhythm of the waves. Jesus had a charcoal fire waiting for his disciples when they brought in their nets loaded with fish. It appears they cooked the fish and broke bread together, always first giving thanks and praise to God. The nets straining with the weight of fish that morning may have been a miracle, but each day’s bread is a miracle, and a table set on the beach an added gift. I thank you, Lord, for this day’s bread and for all my daily needs which you grant, and for letting me walk beside the shore and refresh my soul. Amen.