You’re a good Maker


Buttery Goodness

“You’re a good maker just like Emma”, declared my three year old grandson!

Wow!  Praises of the highest order!

His eleven year old sister is the pancake maker in their house.  Every weekend she diligently prepares batter, sometimes putting her own spin on the recipe.  A dash of vanilla, a sprinkle of cinnamon.  Before you know it, buttery goodness swathed in syrup magically appears!

This is the three year old’s standard by which all other pancakes are measured!

The new mix I bought for Christmas confused my granddaughter.  Suddenly the morning routine was unfamiliar.  The tried and true no longer applied as different ingredients and cooking times were introduced.  The sprinkle of cinnamon was quickly replaced by a smidgen of frustration.

Unaware of our collaboration in the kitchen, the three year old waited patiently at the table for Grandma’s pancakes.  And with just one taste, he deemed them worthy of praise! So he praised their maker.

~And that got me to thinking ~

Embracing the new can be a little confusing, sometimes frustrating…even frightening at times.  There are no familiar routines…no tried and true methods for me to apply to the uncharted territory.

Ultimately, my only choice is to come to the Table……to wait…patiently wait.  And though I am tested…I continue to wait.

But before I know it, buttery goodness swathed in syrup magically appears ~ And with just one taste, I can see that it is good and worthy of praise.

~ So  I  Praise ~

My Maker

the Standard by which all others are measured

as I embrace the new!

  “Taste and see that The Lord is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in Him.”

“Me not goin’ bye-bye!!!”

IMG_2314Driving home from a week’s vacation provided ample time to browse through new pictures and videos on my phone. Let’s see, take one lake cabin, a boat for tubing, several adults and three  grandchildren…well, you’ve got the makings of a pretty great week! The voice of my two and a half year old grandson was still ringing in my ears.

Every morning was the same. First one up, I’d make a pot of coffee and head out to the comfy seating area on the upper deck. This was my sanctuary…a place to enjoy quiet time with the Lord and His amazing creation. Slowly the rest of the house would awaken and before long the sanctuary was filled with sleepy-eyed adults, coffee cups in hand. My grandson began his daily ritual as well.

The door to the deck opened and closed more times than I could count! Its a wonder it didn’t fall off the hinges! Each time he opened the door we’d all say “Hi!” and receive the appropriate response. But when he turned to go back and we’d say good-bye, the response changed. “Me not goin’ bye-bye. Me dus goin’ in da house.”  After repeating this phrase numerous times each morning, he eventually added “Me be right back!”, in hopes of conveying his intentions.

Though a wonderful game for the adults, my grandson found no humor in the repetitive declaration. The innocent truth of a child’s words stirred something inside me.

“In My Father’s house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you.”

…Me not goin’ bye-bye…Me dus goin’ in da house…

“And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with Me that you also may be where I am.”

…Me be right back!…

“And I will ask the Father, and He will give you another Counselor to be with you forever – the Spirit of Truth.”

Saying goodbye to my grandson wasn’t easy. I knew much time would pass before I’d see him again. “You go with me?” he asked. No, I have to go to my house now. But I love you very much and I will see you soon. I promise!

Today as I celebrate Pentecost…the giving of the Holy Spirit, my Counselor and Spirit of Truth…I am reminded of this:  Jesus has not left me but is in the House! He is preparing a place for me because He loves me and I will see Him soon.

He promised!

Simplicity of The Message

One hundred years ago Charles H. Pajeau, a stonemason, observed children playing with sticks and empty spools of thread. He and his partners decided to market a toy that would inspire children to use their imaginations. The cornerstone of the set was a 2″ wooden spool with holes drilled every 45 degrees around the perimeter and one through the center. A simple toy connecting a stick to a spool.

Millions have been sold.

Over 2000 years ago, the cornerstone of my faith was laid…scripture records it as “a chosen and precious cornerstone”. God saw that the world needed a Savior, a Way to the Father. So He sent His only Son with a simple message to connect all of humanity to Himself.

Millions have been saved.

A simple connection can change your world.