Pancakes
Six year
old Brandon decided one Saturday morning to fix his parents pancakes. He
found a big bowl and spoon, pulled a chair to the counter, opened the cupboard
and pulled out the heavy flour canister, spilling
it on
the floor.
He scooped
some of flour into the bowl with his hands, mixed in most
of a
cup of milk and added some sugar, leaving a floury trail on the
floor
which by now had a few tracks left by his kitten.
Brandon
was covered with flour and getting frustrated. He wanted
this
to be something very good for Mom and Dad, but it was getting
very
bad. He didn't know what to do next, whether to put it all into
the
oven or on the stove, (and he didn't now how the stove worked!).
Suddenly
he saw his kitten licking from the bowl of mix and reached
to push
her away, knocking the egg carton to the floor.
Frantically
he tried to clean up this monumental mess but slipped on
the
eggs, getting his pajamas white and sticky.
And just
then he saw Dad standing at the door. Big crocodile tears
welled
up in Brandon's eyes. All he'd wanted to do was something
good,
but he'd made a terrible mess. He was sure a scolding was
coming,
maybe even a spanking. But his father just watched him.
Then,
walking through the mess, he picked up his crying son, hugged
him
and loved him, getting his own pajamas white and sticky in the process.
That's
how God deals with us. We try to do something good in life, but
it turns
into a mess. Our marriage gets all sticky or we insult a friend
or we
can't stand our job or our health goes sour. Sometimes we just stand there
in tears because we can't think of anything else to do.
That's
when God picks us up and loves us and forgives us, even
though
some of our mess gets all over Him. But just because we
might
mess up, we can't stop trying to "make pancakes," for God or
for
others. Sooner or later we'll get it right, and then they'll be
glad
we tried...
Please pass some of this love on to others..
~author
is unknown to me~
~thanks
to Marilyn & Al for sharing it to me~
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