I use to detest the porridge aka oatmeal mom would serve for breakfast……. But a little cinnamon, sugar and butter made it palatable.
Couldn’t argue with mom’s logic it would stick with me and carry to lunch……and it did. Since then I absolutely love it and appreciate its wholesome goodness.
My faith is my life’s “ oatmeal “……. carries me through no matter what the day brings…..

Keeps me full and confident to keep moving forward.

My faith…… my oatmeal for life.

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