Prone to want things to be fixed and perfect, I fall short constantly. I disappoint me.
On Tuesday, I made a homemade, from-scratch chocolate cake.
And I was given an opportunity to offer grace to a person who needed it.
The cake was for my youngest olive shoot’s 17th birthday.
The Hubs is out of town and I felt a lot of pressure (from me) to make the day special.
It would be the first birthday when Ike wouldn’t be hearing from his grandpa.
Dementia and Alzheimer’s along with a deceiving brother-in-law have robbed my son of this simple pleasure.
So imagine my disappointment when I opened the oven door and saw a disaster of a dessert!
If Ike were to look at this cake and consider it a representation of my love for him, he might want to find a new mom.
I was tempted to throw the cake in the trash and start again.
And this is when the spirit of grace fell upon my kitchen.
Instead of making Ike a birthday cake, how about a birthday torte?
This might not seem like a big deal to most people but I had to push aside my expectations of myself and of the day.
As you might suspect, a starving group of boys don’t worry too much about the presentation. They ate the catered sandwiches with appreciation. And when it came time to laud my orange hair, freckle-face olive shoot a happy birthday, we presented it on the hallway of the high school on the floor.
God’s favor, His grace.
When do you need to extend grace to yourself? I’d love to hear!
Today’s post was inspired by 5 minute Friday! I enjoy getting a word surprise each week and writing with wild abandon for a little snippet of time. Check out other entries here!