God is in the Batter
I made a chocolate cake today. Not for any particular reason; my daughter has been begging for cake for days and I finally decided I could carve enough time out of the day to make it happen. If you know me, you know that I am a stress baker but to be honest with you sometimes life is too busy to be stressed enough to bake. But today, I made time. I’d almost forgotten how much the act of baking, the smell of melting chocolate, the warmth of the kitchen, all combine to form a soothing elixir like no other.
Now, if I get really self-reflective I’d probably say that the reason I love to bake so much is that there is “something” at the end. I work in a field where there is no product, no proof of my labor. Yes, I work and I toil but at the end of the day there is rarely any evidence for me to look at and say, “I did that.” Not so with baking, if I take this particular set of ingredients and do precisely this to them they magically transform into “something.”
I honestly believe that it has a lot to do with my desire for control and results. I want to know that if I just do something “correctly” it will result in exactly what I intended. It’s a perfectly human desire. And a patently false one. In our lives, we spend so much time attempting to do things just the right way. Whatever that is. And we have convinced ourselves that if we just follow a precise formula everything should go our way. Our job will be a success, our marriage will flourish, and our children will be well-behaved. What we fail to see when we subscribe to this “life by recipe” is that we leave out the wonder and the joy that God provides. We spend so much time chasing results that we miss living.
I am so glad that a little voice has been chirping and begging for chocolate cake. When I stopped to listen to that little voice I stopped to take time to enjoy one of my favorite hobbies. Yes, the cake did turn out and I know someone will be VERY excited for dessert tonight but more importantly I was blessed with a moment to reflect and to be with God. My job will never be one that I can predict nor “succeed” at and for that I give God thanks. Every day is different and some of them result in a perfect chocolate cake shared around my kitchen table with the greatest blessing God has granted me, my family.