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| Baking With Cadence. Christmas, 2012. |
Now Serving Number One
Ever mix up your words? Sometimes it’s embarrassing. Sometimes it’s silly.
Every now and then, it’s profound. Rich and I were talking the other day, laughing and joking, and I misspoke:
“It’s simple! We just refuse the right to reserve service!”
I giggled, then abruptly stopped.
What would life look like, I wondered, if I never said “no” to God? If I really, truly made every act a form of worship? What if I never reserved my service?
I like to think I’m all in. But oh, I’m not. When I feel His tug on my heart, I should leap to action.
Instead, I consider. I might have to spend all my money! Or get vaccinations! Or eat yams!
I drift through my days under the folly of my own schedule, like I have the right to refuse to serve my Creator. Say that out loud and it sounds pretty nutty.
So I’ve decided: If I can bake with children, I can serve God freely.
Have you ever invited a child into your kitchen on purpose? Everything takes longer to complete and the mess is gigantic.
But I do it. I bet you do too. I welcome the extra time it takes. I embrace the colossal disarray. I cherish every misshapen cookie. I cook with kids because I love them. The relationship comes first. Even if it means flour on the floor. Even if it means slightly burnt cinnamon rolls.
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| Serving: Messy and Glorious. Like Baking. |
So, Dear God, here’s my new prayer: Help me surrender to Your call. Let every breath be drawn in witness to You. Make me transparent, disappearing, with You shining through. Lead me to love freely, especially when I’m feeling unloving.
Spill Your holy flour all over my selfish floor. Do whatever it takes to help me remember:
All You want from me is me.
23 Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men, 24 knowing that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your reward. You are serving the Lord Christ.
Colossians 3:23-24 (ESV)
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