As I began to think of a title for my devotions, A Little Gravy came to mind because, for me, it was comfort food. There weren't many mornings during my childhood that my brothers and I didn't sit down to gravy and biscuits for breakfast. There were no muffins, pastries, or croissants to quickly eat on our way out the door. Occasionally, we did get pancakes, but gravy and biscuits was our primary breakfast fare. Although I didn't realize it at the time, Mother cooked us this same breakfast each day because it was an inexpensive meal. A little shortening, flour and milk, along with my mother's...