For your sustenance manifested your sweetness toward your children; and the bread, ministering to the desire of the one who took it, was changed to suit everyone’s liking.  As a child in my parents house, each of us had our own box of cereal.  A small thing, but a privilege nonetheless, on in which I never thought was that big of a deal until I met my husband. He was one of eight children who often shared one box. Undoubtedly, someone was bound to hate that one box of cereal. Gracious God, thank you for your one everlasting Love, while remaining the same, serves and fulfills a multitude of children with a multitude of needs.