I recently returned from a Ladies Retreat with three of our awesome ladies. I really needed those few days. He brought the peace and comfort to my heart that I so desperately wanted. I couldn't even pin-point what it was aside from Him. Anyway, one of the lessons that was taught left me with a story that stuck in my mind. And then was continually reminded of it the next few days. So, Thank-you to Ms. Angie for allowing me to share it. Here is, "The Pancake". Making pancakes for my daycare is quite a saga. I have two kids that are gluten free and five that are not! I would make all of the pancakes gluten free but the mix is just so stinkin expensive! I was feeling like taking on the world today, and by taking on the world I really mean just cooking a breakfast instead of cereal and a banana! Like the chef in dinner dash, I flinging flour and eggs everywhere… Minutes later two frying pans a fryin and pancakes are just about to be cooked to perfection, again by perfection I really mean one second from setting off the smoke detector!
I get the plates all ready and start passing them out. The Ladies are always first, a strict rule here in daycare world, then I set baby C’s plate in front of him (you need to note baby C is only 14 months old). I quickly realize that the pancake I gave him was a regular pancake and not the gluten free one he needs. With my cat like reflexes I scoop up the plate and give it to a child that can have the poisoned gluten pancake! Baby C let out a scream that I am relatively certain, half the city heard, and then threw his adorable little face down into his highchair tray and began to scream/cry, snot and slobber flowing freely! Now poor baby C didn’t understand that I had a perfectly good reason for taking, his long awaited pancake away. He didn’t understand that what I was doing was saving him from the problems that the gluten might cause him. He only saw that his very mean, Ms. Daycare lady, was taking his food away, and proceeded to voice his displeasure very loudly and very emotionally! Like always the Lord really spoke to me, THIS IS ME! There are so many times that I throw myself on the floor kicking and screaming, proverbially of course, because it wouldn’t be acceptable for an adult to do that, right? God didn’t give me what I felt I needed or wanted at the time and I am gonna let him know!!! Why can’t I just trust that God knows best and is intervening on my behalf to save me from something that might hurt me? Instead, I assume that He hates me or that I have done wrong, because of my sin He isn’t going to help me anymore, Romans 8:1. I know I am the only one that thinks this way, but I am just being honest. I am a drama queen and I often wonder if God laughs at my hysterics! For some reason I just imagine Him shaking His head and saying, “Oh Angie, get up and trust Me!” I would love it, if when God takes away my pancake, I just take a second to acknowledge that my God loves me and EVERYTHING He does in my life is for my good! The pancake He will give me will be the best there ever was and it will be worth the wait! Romans 8:28 And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.
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