Starting a small bakery wasn’t originally part of my plan. Like many meaningful things in life, it grew out of a season that required slowing down, trusting God, and finding new ways to serve. Baking has always been something I loved. Over the years I’ve had the joy of baking for family, friends, and at Camp Bethel, where many campers still remember the warm Saturday morning cinnamon rolls that came out of the oven early in the day. There is something special about baking that brings people together—whether it’s a simple cookie, a fresh doughnut, or a pan of cinnamon rolls shared around a table. More recently, our life took a different turn as my husband Mark began his journey through dementia. Like many families walking through similar seasons, we realized that time together is precious. I needed to be present at home, to help care for him and to walk this road alongside him. But even in this change, I felt a desire to continue doing something meaningful—something that could still serve others while allowing me to remain close to home. That’s where Manna from Basin began.