Only Seven Cookies…Or So I Thought

Wednesday morning, I stood in the kitchen staring at the plate of homemade cookies I’d baked. A gentle thought came to me. I came up with logical reasons to push the idea aside. For one thing, I’d made the cookies for a brunch.

The voice inside whispered to take a few cookies to a certain friend I’d met at the YMCA and tell her Merry Christmas. She deals with health issues. I’m drawn to her because of her radiance.


I don’t know her that well.

A few cookies aren’t a real gift.

I won’t have time to make more cookies before I see her.

I should buy her something instead.

Save some cookies for her.

Just stick them in a Ziploc baggie with a bow?

Use a pretty Christmas bag and a card.

Wednesday afternoon, I almost chickened out. What difference could seven cookies make?

Handing her the small red bag, something supernatural happened.

I can’t explain it.

Joy exploded inside me. “Merry Christmas. These are homemade cookies.”

Her shiny eyes met mine. She hugged me. “I don’t have any food in the house. I’ve been too busy to go to the grocery store. I’ll eat them tonight. Yummy! I can’t believe you did this.”

I almost didn’t. Thank you, Lord.

Shift gears with me.

This morning, I read Stephanie Shott’s post at The Mom Initiative. She’s requesting readers to write short prayers for those affected by the tragedy in Newtown, Connecticut. This time I didn’t argue with the Still Small Voice. I quickly added a prayer in the comment section with the others. My friend Robin wrote a beautiful post about carrying one another’s burdens. She shares a link to donate to the families.

I’m learning something so sweet.  Blessings follow obedience.  Even in the seemingly small things.



P.S. Robin’s cookie recipe. They’re GF. White chocolate cranberry walnut oatmeal.






  1. Thank you for sharing about sending our prayers to Newtown! What a blessing to have sisters in Jesus ministering together! I love how God connects His girls!

    Big blessings to you, your family and your ministry, Julie!

  2. Seven cookies = seven sweet thoughts, seven warm hugs, seven tender moments remembering a friend who took a chance on seven cookies.

    Much love and warm hugs to you!

  3. And they were delicious! I tasted them at our brunch. 🙂

  4. Don’t ya love that feeling after you’ve been obedient? It reminds me of the movie Chariots of Fire, when Eric Liddell said, “I believe God made me for a purpose, but he also made me fast. And when I run I feel His pleasure.” I think the joy we sense after obedience is the feeling of God’s pleasure! Merry Christmas, Julie. BTW, I bought the ingredients for the those cookies and am baking them Saturday morning for my daughter–she arrives home for Christmas Saturday afternoon! God’s blessings to you and yours!

  5. Yes, yes, yes, Marie!! Love how you paralled this with Chariots of Fire. That’s exactly how I felt. The joy of obedience. I just didn’t know it could happen after giving someone seven cookies. Let me know how the cookies turn out. We absolutely love them. Merry Merry Christmas! xoxo

    • Made ’em and luv ’em! So very yummy! Diet starts Tuesday–ha!

      • So glad, Marie! And I figure they’re healthy (sort of) with the oatmeal, nuts, and cranberries. Happy New Year!! xo

  6. Thank you for the reminder to listen to that still, small voice. It can make a big difference in our lives…and the lives of others.
    Christmas blessings, sweet friend!

  7. Merry Christmas to you and yours, Vonda. Hugs from Georgia on this rainy night!

  8. Sandra Walker says:

    Thanks for that post, Julie! So true! I’m glad you didm’t miss it. Merry Christmas!!!

  9. Ohhhh, me too, Sandra. And Merry Merry Christmas to you too! xoxo

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