The only connection in the title is I suppose for almost every one of those 200 days I ate noodles. I really just needed to throw something catchy up there and use it to draw you in. Here's a picture of some noodles, the typical dinner for Peter and me. Underneath this bed of peppers and beef are some handmade noodles. If you stop in Wuhan, you should get some Muslim noodles to fill you up right. The side dish you see is some baked bread. Baked bread is hard to come by since they don't really have ovens here. So they put an oil-barrel-sized-barrel on a cart with a small table and wallah, a mobile oven. They throw some charcoal in the bottom of the barrel, cover the top with just enough leaving a hole to stick your arm in and slap the bread to the side of the barrel. In a couple minutes the bread goes from dough to warm, mostly baked bread. Good eats.
As you go about your days, remember that He is always watching, caring, guiding, and blessing. As we ask Him to give us this day our daily bread, He pours out more and more for us from his powerful, providing hand. Day 2 or day 200, he has been there for them all. He promised he would be: "Surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age."
