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