I just burned four dozen cookies. I quickly dumped them in a plastic bag and hauled them to the garbage container outside. Oh yes, you can no longer see them but you can sure smell them.
It reminds me of the times I have messed up….destroyed the so called evidence, and felt I had really cleaned up the mess I made, only to find bits and pieces of it gently reminding me of my inadequacies. My last effort was making an oatmeal breakfast in the microwave. It boiled over and I am still finding bits of oatmeal sticking to things in the kitchen.
I have been trying very hard recently to not mention my viewpoint on everything but slipped up again last night when I saw something out of place and said someone should have put it away. Regret is really God’s way of punishing you and I really regret again making a point that was not necessary.
The Apostle Paul and I have a lot in common…I keep doing what I don’t want to do. But, I have a forgiving Father and when I bring to him (again) those things I have done and those things I ought not to have done, He forgives.
I pray I can be like-minded about those who invariably step on my toes, which wouldn’t probably happen if I just got out of the way and minded my own business. How can I be so old and so unwise? It is a mystery.
I have just dragged out a frozen loaf of raisin bread; toasted with butter it will have to suffice as the treat with coffee for my invited friends. I swept the floor and found one cookie that had missed the garbage can…wow was it an awful looking thing…burned on the bottom and hard as bricks on the top. Maybe God was saying…”stick to what you do best Pat…your housekeeping, garden and writing”. I am so glad I didn’t serve those awful cookies…I guess God was really looking after me this time.
