Praying is not a schedule. It’s not something you do because you have to, and that’s what Carla McDougal shows us on page 47 when she makes peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for her kids. She asked, “How many peanut butter and jelly sandwiches have I made over the years?”
She chose to use that moment to pray for each child as she slopped peanut butter on one side and jelly on the other. It’s a great idea to simply pray for that person while you are doing an activity for the person in question. In fact, it’s what I found easier to do than to wait for formal prayer time. When someone asks me to pray for them, I do—right then and there! While I am doing something, I pray. I even have a necklace I wear that reminds me to pray for a certain individual every time I wear it.
It’s a necklace of rocks, delicately wrapped in silver metal.
So the next time you make sandwiches for your family, pray over them while doing this seemingly mundane job. It’s the love wrapped in the act that makes all the difference.
And God sees it!
A friend was coming over, and as I debated about what to make I thought of that recipe I copied a week ago, but due to lack of time never baked: Chocolate Cupcakes with Peanut Butter Frosting. I rummaged through my kitchen drawers, hoping I had some cupcake wrappers left, and found them. They were Christmas cupcake papers.
“I’m being green.” I thought with a grin. Why hold them until Christmas when I need them right now?
As I dumped the ingredients into the bowl I thought of my friend. She was eagerly looking forward to coming over for dinner. It’s nice to have friends who enjoy your company. Food is a lot more than something required to nourish us so our body can work properly; it’s an expression of love and friendship.
When I first learned to cook it was to gain acceptance. I was also inspired by my grandmother who used to let me lick the paddles of her mixer when she was done. The duty of cooking and baking evolved into a passion and an expression of love for me over the years. Whether people knew it or not, it was my way of saying, I love you when all other words failed.
I love inviting my friends and family to get comfortable in our home. They can put their feet on the furniture. They can spill. Nothing is taboo. They hang out in the kitchen with me, watch the television, and laughter fills the empty spaces of our house. The only rule is honesty.
What special memories do you hold of cooking or baking? Describe them.