Monday, January 25, 2010

Forgotten sugar...

Last week, Patrick found a recipe for Crazy Cake and asked me to make it sometime. Tonight he had a meeting, so I wanted to surprise him with it.

Someone had commented that the batter was really good, so I sampled some (who doesn't sample the batter?) and it was...yuck. Bitter, sour, I'm not quite sure what. But it definitely didn't taste like cake.

Then I remembered--I didn't have room in the sifter for the sugar with the rest of the dry ingredients. So I had tried to make a cake with no sugar! Luckily it wasn't in the oven yet, so I stirred it in. I don't know how evenly the sugar got mixed in, but it was much more edible!

How often I forget the sugar in the recipe of life. It's easy to get fixated on the "what has to get done", especially in the morning. It turns me into a clanging gong, a crashing symbol.

Lord, help me sweeten my words with love--a patient, kind, unenvious, humble, other centered,not easily angered, rejoicing in the truth, protecting, trusting, hoping, perseverant love.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Got milk?

Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation, now that you have tasted that the Lord is good. 1 Peter 2:2-3

Even though Hope is 13 months, she's still nursing. She is too cute to quit, though we're mostly down to morning and evening (and when she's really tired and/or overwhelmed).

When she wants to nurse, she signs "Please", then throws down her beloved blankie and flings the pacifier across the room. I can feel her physically relax as she starts getting milk. I don't let her nurse all the way to sleep, but she is definitely melting. In the mornings, she'll only go a couple minutes, then sign "all done" and wants to get down and run around.

The milk has "done a body good"--she's growing and doing all kinds of fun things. She really likes dogs (well, at least pictures of dogs), taking things out of banned cabinets, and putting things in containers (maybe we have a fighting chance on keeping the girl's room clean after all).

Do I crave spiritual milk the way Hope likes to nurse? Do I drop my comfort items to spend time in the Bible, or am I trying to nurse with an artificial nipple in my mouth? Do I relax and just let God hold, comfort and nourish me?

I think I have a few things to learn from Hope.