Saturday mornings in the autumn are filled with anticipation of soccer games, fall festivals and playing outside. The kids snuggle in their beds longer than on school mornings. I’m not busy filling four lunches while cooking breakfast.
To read my post Lunch Bag Love Letters click here.
The house is quiet while I stir the ingredients for Blueberry Oatmeal Muffins. Individual ingredients melding together to form a sweet, moist muffin continually amaze me.
This thought presses the truth deep within me that God works out everything for good in my life. Each separate experience may not feel pleasant, but somehow in the final mixture of life He produces something beautiful in the perfect time.
So often I’m tempted to look only at today. I focus on one situation feeling overwhelmed and perhaps not appreciated. If I can only look at Jesus who is still writing my life story, then I will find courage to journey on.
Blueberry muffin mix before it is baked looks like the mush I fed my children as infants. The golden-colored mountains haven’t risen from the fiery oven. Heat added to the colorless mass produces a beautiful and delicious delicacy.
My Maker knows just the temperature my life needs to produce the beauty He has placed within me. His fire combining with the perfect ingredients makes me a servant prepared to be used for His glory rather than one who is clamoring for my own recognition.
To read my post Maple Syrup Fire click here.
The kids make their way downstairs with sleepy eyes and hugs. “It smells so good. What did you make?”
“We have blueberry muffins for breakfast. They’ll be ready in a minute.”
Beautiful muffins emerge from the oven, a perfect mixture of separate ingredients.
To make your own blueberry muffins you can find the recipe under the recipe tab on my blog or just click here.
The Almighty God is the author and finisher of my faith. I choose to patiently endure His process knowing He has amazing plans for my life that I can’t even comprehend. Producing a life of gold takes time; I will wait.
Copyright © words and photographs Jane Carole Stein