The aroma, it’s light at first, faint almost; but then you find yourself stopping to allow the invisible blanket to surround you. It can fill your soul and then trigger a memory that brings you to a place where you are comforted.
Miss Jessie had this beautiful talent, a passion really, of baking pound cakes, not just any pound cake mind you.
These pound cakes would show up on a door step, a table on the porch, and sometimes in a chair at the back door. Now, not just any door step, table or back door; the places where these cakes showed up were homes of grief, sadness, or loss.
The pound cakes were meant to bring a sense of being wrapped up in an invisible blanket of comfort. The comfort of something familiar along with the comfort of God’s Word.