FOOD FOR THE SOUL
This morning while waiting for my daughter to get ready for school, I heard a song by Thomas Rhett entitled “Beer With Jesus,” and it really got me thinking. I know the day will come when I will meet Him face to face, and wondered just what I would say to Him? We all have had blessings, tragedies, trials and temptations in our lives, some more than others. I was raised in the faith, as a Missouri Synod Lutheran Church member. Anyone not familiar with this, lets just say they are a close step down from the Catholic religion, but are Lutherans. I grew up going to church every Sunday, going to Sunday School every week until I graduated from high school, and became a confirmed member when I was in eight grade. Our family had a bad experience with our minister when my mom died, and one by one we left the church, finding another to take its place. It was like leaving a good friend, but that friend had disappointed us to the core, so it was time to sever the ties that I had known for my entire life. I am now considered an Evangelical Lutheran, which is not as strict as our Missouri Synod counterparts. We also raised our children in the faith. I just think that having a relationship with God make you more accountable for your actions. As I said before, my moms advise to me before my first date was to not be caught in a “position” with my date that would cause me shame it Jesus appeared at that moment. I realize what she meant now, but it was really strange advise when you are 16 years old.
So this morning I allowed my mind to reflect on what I would say if I had a conversation with Jesus. I imagine He and I sitting around my dining room table, deep in discussion about the things that have happened in my life. I would first apologize for the sins that I have committed, some involving the top 10. I am not proud of that fact, as I have committed some whoppers in my life, but not without regret and embarrassment. I want Him to know that I knew I was veering off the right path, and always held myself responsible for my slip ups. I won’t blame anyone else for my mistakes. It was me, and me alone who messed up. Then I would thank Him for the wonderful blessings He gave to me during my years on this earth. I have 4 of the most wonderful children that a mother could ask for. I suffered 3 miscarriages and had a son die seconds after birth, so these 4 children are truly blessings. Perhaps He would explain that these babies were specially chosen to take the “fast track” to heaven, for heaven also needed sweet tiny faces among the rest of the angels?
I would then ask him why my parents were taken away from me before all of their grandchildren were allowed to know and love them as we did? Why do some people live into their 80’s, and some are taken away at an earlier age? I will want to ask him how he decides who is the next person to enter heaven? I want him to know that at times it didn’t seem fair that often times the “good” people seemed to be taken away too soon. I am pretty sure that at this point he would look at me, shake his head and remind me that it was not my place to judge who was “bad” and who was “good,” and he would be right.
I would then respectfully inquire why I have been fortunate enough to fall in love several times in my life, but still find myself alone at this point in my life? Every little girl grow up thinking that she will find that special person, fall in love, have kids, and live happily ever after. Why does that happen for some, and not for others? Why put a person in my life, let me fall deeply in love, and then take them away for one reason or another? Maybe He will then take my hand and tell me that perhaps the best is yet to come, and the heart breaks I suffered will make me appreciate when “the best” enters my life?
After the questions end, and the conversation comes to a close, He will remind me that He was never far from my side during the times of deep and hopeless grief. He will remind me that during those dark days He placed the appropriated people in my life to help me over the bumps in the road. For never in my life have I truly been alone, as I have been surrounded by angels for protection and comfort. He will remind me to sit quietly and listen to the voices in my head while in deep reflection…for those voices are His, and He is guiding me will surety and truth. He may also remind me that there are no promises in my life here on earth, as it is a temporary home, and I need to make the best of it, while recognizing that each experience, good or bad, is shaping my soul and strengthening my faith. I need to remember kindness and compassion for my fellow-man, even when they disappoint me or are cruel. And above all I hope He will assure me that even though my life has been fraught with sins, and times of questioning of the faith, He has forgiven my weaknesses. He will smile and tell me that it doesn’t matter how many times my faith was challenged, but more importantly it was better that I worked it out, and found myself on the right track again. Then He will leave me with the most wonderful sense of peace and love. With tears in my eyes, and unconditional love in my heart, I will then thank Him for sitting at my table, assuring Him that I await the day I can sit at His forever ♥
FOOD FOR THE SOUL
CREME WAFER COOKIES
1 cup butter, softened
1/3 cup heavy whipping cream
2 cups all-purpose flour
( I always double the recipe)
Beat butter, add whipping cream and mix in flour. Cover well and refrigerate about 1 hour.
Roll out 1/8 th inch thick on a lightly floured surface.
Cut out in circular shapes (I use the top from one of my McCormick short squatty spice bottles)
Coat each circle with sugar that has been placed on a plate or waxed paper.
Transfer to parchment lined cookie sheet, and pierce each one 4 times with a fork.
Bake at 350 degrees for 7-9 minutes, will be slightly puffed and feel “set” when touched.
(They are better if not allowed to get brown in color)
Cool and put 2 together with your favorite Crisco frosting.
(very pretty if you divide the frosting and tint each with yellow, green and pink)
There are lovingly referred to as the PIA cookies…yes the Pain in the A** cookies, because they involve more steps than I want to do, but they are worth the effort!