Convicted Over The Crumbs
Our youngest son Jacob requested heart shaped cut-out cookies to take for his Valentine party treat for his class party this week, and so the two of us baked a batch of them tonight. Mostly heart shaped cookies, but there was an occasional helmet and football player cookie to interrupt the neat rows of hearts on each sheet. As I baked them I was reminded of something the Holy Spirit convicted me of some time ago.
It usually doesn't take long for my husband to gravitate to the kitchen when I'm baking cookies. He hovers like a blimp (not that I am comparing his physique to a blimp mind you, just making a hovering analogy here...) over the cooling racks and tries his best to swap a few cookies. I always anticipate his arrival, and I put a little pile of what we refer to as "the rejects" for him to eat. You know, those cookies that were a little overcooked, cracked in half, or not as nice looking... He always complained that he had to eat the rejects and that the nicest looking cookies were reserved for company. He even started to call me the cookie Nazi! I also found out that he actually vented to his high school students about having to eat from the reject pile when I bake and asked if any of them experienced the same predicament at home with their moms. Sure enough some of them did. A support group of sorts I guess... I still blew off his complaints.
I'm not exactly sure when this happened, or what I was baking, but the Holy Spirit convicted me that I offered my husband the rejects while presenting the nicer looking cookies for other people. This was conveying a message to him, and it was not the message that I wanted to convey! I sincerely apologized to Joe for offering him the rejects all the time, and my apology seemed to really be important to him. I told him that for now on, I would be sure to pick out the best cookie for him out of the entire bunch. I mean to tell you, the man's face beamed!
So today as I made my cut-outs, I made one extra big heart and smothered a bunch of pink frosting on it. I put it in the freezer with the rest of them and will present it to him on Valentine's Day. We still battle on how many cookies he gets to sample, but that's another issue all together!
We do convey a big message to our family in these little things we do. What little things do you do to communicate to your family how special they are to you?
It usually doesn't take long for my husband to gravitate to the kitchen when I'm baking cookies. He hovers like a blimp (not that I am comparing his physique to a blimp mind you, just making a hovering analogy here...) over the cooling racks and tries his best to swap a few cookies. I always anticipate his arrival, and I put a little pile of what we refer to as "the rejects" for him to eat. You know, those cookies that were a little overcooked, cracked in half, or not as nice looking... He always complained that he had to eat the rejects and that the nicest looking cookies were reserved for company. He even started to call me the cookie Nazi! I also found out that he actually vented to his high school students about having to eat from the reject pile when I bake and asked if any of them experienced the same predicament at home with their moms. Sure enough some of them did. A support group of sorts I guess... I still blew off his complaints.
I'm not exactly sure when this happened, or what I was baking, but the Holy Spirit convicted me that I offered my husband the rejects while presenting the nicer looking cookies for other people. This was conveying a message to him, and it was not the message that I wanted to convey! I sincerely apologized to Joe for offering him the rejects all the time, and my apology seemed to really be important to him. I told him that for now on, I would be sure to pick out the best cookie for him out of the entire bunch. I mean to tell you, the man's face beamed!
So today as I made my cut-outs, I made one extra big heart and smothered a bunch of pink frosting on it. I put it in the freezer with the rest of them and will present it to him on Valentine's Day. We still battle on how many cookies he gets to sample, but that's another issue all together!
We do convey a big message to our family in these little things we do. What little things do you do to communicate to your family how special they are to you?
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