Well for me its baking. I love to bake. I don’t know where it comes from. Maybe my grandma. She taught me how. My sister and I would spend hours with her making cookies. She makes the best cookies. I think its the love that she puts into them. Anyway, in high school my sister and I would bake cookies a lot. There would just be days that we would be driving home and one of us, mostly me, would say “Lets bake cookies”. And the other would say okay. I think we understood that it was something that needed to be done not just to make cookies but to wind down and do something. To give us peace. To make us feel accomplished when it feels like everything is caving in. There are very few cookie recipes that I mess up or muffins that don’t turn out right. I think a part of me needs to bake to see that I still have a grasp of
something. That I can do something correctly. That I can be
successful. Its funny how I lean on and look for a batch of cookies or
a loaf of bread or some muffins to tell me that. I mean shouldn’t that
come from Jesus. Or is the fact that I can bake from Jesus and he
allows me to see that I can do something as a check in and a way that
he tells me that “You can do it“, “It will be alright“.
Baking is either something that either God has gifted me with or its a talent that my grandma taught me. Either way I am thankful for it. I am thankful that I can count on Jesus at the end of the day to speak to me thru a batch of cookies or a dozen muffins. Or just six, like I made tonight. To say “I love you, I am with you and I am never leaving.“
