It was a warm sunny September morning.
We had a busy weekend taking a conference.
I needed to have a day off.
It was one of those days when I just wanted to chill.
I pottered about in my dressing gown.
The plant pots have been neglected.  I enjoyed watering them to revive their drooping blossoms.
I spotted a few white plants in the middle of the green grass.
I took a closer inspection.
They were fresh mushrooms.
Shaggy Ink Cap

I wanted to make sure they were edible.
A call to my friend reassured me that this kind were safe to eat.
I picked the biggest, all six of them.
I was as pleased as punch with my collection.
I was reminded of the story of Manna falling in the desert for the people of Israel to eat.
It was lying on the ground every morning.

In the morning there was a layer of dew around the camp. When the dew was gone, thin flakes like frost on the ground appeared on the desert floor. When the Israelites saw it, they said to each other, “What is it?” For they did not know what it was. Moses said to them, “It is the bread the Lord has given you to eat. (‭Exodus‬ ‭16‬:‭13-15‬ NIV)

They were to collect it every morning and use it that day.
They were not to keep it overnight.
Fresh Manna fell every day.
The mushrooms grew up overnight.
The next morning I picked a bigger amount of mushrooms.
I didn’t need a food expert or google to help me cook my “Manna”.
I sliced the mushrooms, fried them in butter, with a dash of pepper and salt.
A yummy, fresh breakfast for us with toast.
The Lord supplied my daily food like we pray in the Lord’s Prayer.
“Give us this day our daily bread.”
Alleluia.