Bake 🍞

​God is asking me to bake 🍞 for my neighbors.

Ugh.

I’m good at 🍞.

But we don’t like each other.

They egged our house.

They have loud parties.

They don’t speak very good English.

There’s a wall there. πŸ’”
God is asking me to be brave, figure out how to do their stairs in my wheelchair β™Ώ , and take the first step.
Scared spitless.

Pray.  Be the thing I wish I had. 🌻

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