No Bread for Frank

Frank's mother was about to slice the last of their loaf of homemade bread. "Can I have a peanut butter sandwich?" he asked.

"Yes, dear," Mom answered. "I think there will be two nice slices, plus the end piece. Why don't you get the peanut butter and strawberry jam out of the cupboard?"

Just then the doorbell rang. "Welcome, Thelma," said Frank's mom as she opened the door. "Please come in."

"I can only stay a minute," said Thelma. "I haven't spoken with you in a while, and I just wanted to see how you've been."

"That's so nice of you," said Mom. "We get so busy. I was going to call you today. We've got to do better than just waving when we see each other outside."

"My goodness. Is that homemade bread? I didn't know you did any of that. I haven't had any homemade bread in years."

"Thelma, make yourself a sandwich to take with you. We love our homemade bread." Mom quickly cut two slices and laid them on a paper towel on the counter. "Here's some peanut butter and some strawberry jam."

Frank stood by, smiling as best he could manage.

Thelma said, "Thank you so much. Are you sure you don't mind? Frank, I hope I'm not taking your sandwich."

"Oh, no ma'am. I love the end piece of the loaf." He did like it, but it wasn't the same as a sandwich.

The neighbor made a sandwich and took a big bite. As she chewed, a brilliant smile appeared on her face. "Oh, this is incredible. Thank you so much! You've made my day. Well, I've got to go. Thanks again!"

After closing the door, Mom looked at Frank, her eyebrows lifted in question.

Frank said, "It's okay. Miss Thelma made my day, too."

Luke 6:31, "Do to others as you would have them do to you."