What good Christian farm home doesn’t have one of these famous print reminders to be thankful for “our daily bread” and so much more? Not a one in North Dakota I tell ya! When I was a kid I remember thinking it was weird to have the random bearded guy hanging around where we took our meals. I clearly recall giving my mom a hard time about it. Don’t judge, the decor isn’t finished yet and I have to wait for someone tall to help me arrange it. I came across this framed print and it just belonged watching over my dining room and kitchen. Before I had it placed on the ledge my mom came over and noticed it on the counter right away. She admired the quality matte and frame. Really nice quality and color. My mom stated it was nicer than hers and she was a little jealous. It’s true! We turn into our moms! It’s a covet worthy family heirloom that I hope one of my dysfunctional relatives makes a mad dash for rather than trying to wipe the cobwebs off and make a few bucks at what I can only imagine will be the most epic yard sale my neighborhood has ever witnessed.