Kneading Grace –In the Making of Pita Pockets

In “Kneading Grace – A Morning Meditation on Pita Pockets,” the rhythmic act of pressing and folding dough becomes a quiet testament to the author’s unwavering faith, each sunrise shaping both bread and belief.

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Wandering Armenian

6/10/20251 min read

Kneading Grace –A Morning Meditation on Pita Pockets

As the twilight fades away and dawns first rays filter in through my kitchen window lighting up the kitchen isle, it’s the mixing flour, water, and yeast that can give my heart to the dough. When I smell fresh pita, I remember Psalm 34:8 which says: “Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the one who finds refuge in him.” During each round of dough shaping, I realize that making bread can become special if we do it with respect and modesty.

As I press the dough with my hands, I remember that in Philippians 2:5–7 it says Christ humbled himself by behaving as a servant. Like Jesus, we also need to put aside our pride while helping other people. Kneading dough points out that genuine greatness lies in being steadfast in simple daily work rather than attaining huge achievements.

It is easy to think of Jesus’ kindness in feeding the five thousand and how He told His followers that helping people in need matters. It is only when I fill the pitas with nutritious ingredients is what brings to mind Jesus’ compassion in feeding the five thousand (John 6:11–13) and his words in Matthew 25:40: “Wrapping each pocket softens the gifts and is an act of caring just as Jesus shows love to us.

Serve the easy meal to the family, thanking God for it, as these actions done with faith are important for your eternal life. Isaiah 66:2 tells us: “I find favor with those who are humble and have a humble spirit, and who are also afraid of the things I say.” May this breakfast be given to God as a gift and meals for us here and now

A Humble Morning Song
In simple loaves my love I bring,
A secret hymn my heart will sing.
With every fold and gentle kiss,
God’s grace abides—I shall not miss.