When I was a child, I loved playing the game with notebook paper that gave you answers to life’s most important questions–well, important to an eight-year-old little girl.
It looked something like this. Remember?
We’d sit in the floor and ask all sorts of questions:
How many children will I have?
What kind of house will I live in?
What’s my husband’s name?
But life doesn’t always cooperate, does it? It’s full of surprises. Some good. Some not so good.
Last week for my husband’s birthday, I asked him if he wanted to go out to eat to celebrate.
“Nah. How ’bout making ground beef patties and mashed potatoes?”
“Yuck. Don’t you want something fancy like steak and shrimp? Want me to order you a birthday cake with lots of icing?”
“No, thanks. Just make a gluten-free dessert, so you can have some.” (I have Celiac.)
I did my best to cook his favorite meal, but something went waaaaayy wrong with his cake.
It cracked right down the middle.
I tried to glue the broken pieces together with globs of cream cheese frosting, but I didn’t have enough, so I thinned it down.
The icing slid off the cake–
Which sunk on one side.
It was the saddest excuse for a birthday cake I’ve ever seen.
After supper, I sliced a couple of pieces. “I don’t know what happened. I tried hard. I followed the recipe.”
I took a bite and stared at my husband.
It was the night of his 57th birthday.
I’ve known him since we were 15 and 16. He’s an honest man.
The cake looked hideous and yet–
“This is amazing,” I said. “I know it looks terrible, but–”
“Better than store-bought. Definitely.”
“I can’t believe it. It’s so tender and sweet.”
Later that night while I did the supper dishes, I thought about something.
The birthday cake resembled my life–maybe yours too.
Everything hasn’t gone the storybook way I thought I wanted, but my life is a beautiful combination of messy and sweet.
The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places. Indeed, my heritage is beautiful to me. Psalm 16:6 Click to Tweet.
Has your life gone the way you thought it would? Which parts surprised you?
Right now, today, what’s messy? What’s sweet?
Are you like me? Did it take a while to be grateful for certain things?
It’s a daily process, isn’t it?
So much love,