The bread
dough moves soft and pliable in my hands. I form it into little balls and space
them out on the pan.
I love
how the sun splashes warm and comforting across the counter and mingles with
the Classical music strumming. A lazy afternoon breeze wafts through my kitchen
and I breathe in the quiet moment; the peace of it all.
Contentment
all dressed up and making sense out of the day.
I
strive for uniformity with straight little rows on the pan.
Had I heard somewhere that all were to be
alike?
Would
it matter if some were oddly shaped, some large, some small?
Each
would successfully serve its purpose….regardless, I decide.
Only
YOU can make your foot print.
No one
else.
Your
laugh, your smile, the way you sigh when you see a rainbow – it all makes you
unique.
It makes
you….you.
The
road you take toward success won’t be like theirs. Won’t be like hers. There may
not be a road at all…until you carve one out.
But,
you’ll get there.
He said
you would.
“For I know the plans
I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm
you, plans to give you hope and a future.” (Jeremiah 29:11) NIV
Sometimes, all it takes is a dream…and to be pliable in
His hands.
"Yet, O LORD, you are
our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your
hand." (Isaiah 64:8) NIV
Be Blessed,
Debbie
My dear Debbie. You bless me every single time I come here and read your amazing blog. God uses you and your gifts and I for one am blessed.
ReplyDeleteLovely, Debbie. So encouraging. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteA dream and to be pliable in His hands...oh, such true words. Beautiful. Delicious...just like the bread. : )
ReplyDeleteI got so sick of working on my God-sized dream a few weeks ago. One of those parts that just isn't any fun but had to be done. I just wasn't getting anywhere. I had the bright idea, right in the middle of it, I wanted to try to make artisan bread (and I don't bake bread, btw). Off the store my daughter and I went, so excited. A few hours later, we both decided to leave the baking to the bakery (although we had some good pizza crust), and I picked my dream back up (because, clearly artisan bread wasn't it!). : ) Ha!