Last week a friend brought over a ton of bread. And I mean a serious ton. There were about 120 buns, 2 packages of rolls and 5 packages of French bread. Yes, we are a large and growing family… but that’s a bit over the top. 🙂 The bread was actually left over from the BBQ round-up and he figured that we could make use of it or that we’d know of someone who could. We sent 60 buns to the church, I made sloppy joes for Wednesday dinner and we used about 25 then and I still have about 10 left. I also kept some of the French bread and rolls to serve on another Wednesday. I made little cards and Brice and I delivered the rest of the bread to several of our neighbors. It was a great excuse to knock on their doors and have conversations. And who would a thought just how much some bread would break barriers and open people up. Since then we had another neighbor join us for Wednesday dinner and another one stop by to pick up Wednesday dinner for her family to go (it’s a start). I have talked quite a bit more to the one neighbor and she opened up to me about her husband being in jail the last two weeks for a DUI. I have also had a visit from another neighbor who asked about borrowing some money. While I did not give her any money (we decided back on 15th street that that wasn’t always the best or safest way to help) it was a turning point for her to show her vulnerability and feel comfortable enough to ask.

I think I’ll bake some cookies next week.