I only wanted to make some heart-shaped cookies.
But that day, I walked into my daughter’s preschool class with cookies that looked like blobs.
I marvel at those of you who actually like to cook. I find it amazing that for some of you, baking cookies makes you happy. At times I do come up with something I’m slightly proud of – but I confess, I cook, bake, stir fry, boil, toast out of sheer necessity.
So with that said, I surprised myself when I quickly and willingly signed up to bring some homemade heart-shaped cookies to my daughter’s preschool party. My thought at the time was, this should be simple enough.
Turns out, it wasn’t so simple.
That morning I woke up with a headache and late. I literally had fifteen minutes to pack the kids’ lunches and bake a dozen heart-shaped cookies in time to get ourselves in the car for school. But add to the mix things I didn’t plan – missing socks, spills, sibling spats, little hands trying to get into the cookie dough, and a total inability to multi-task… and I burned the cookies to a total crisp.
I had something like five minutes left to spare. I haphazardly whipped up another batch of cookies. But for reasons I still don’t understand, they turned out as big puffy blobs. “Hey Mom, what’s that supposed to be?” one of my sons asked as he passed by the tray of cookies.
I wanted to hurl it all in the trash.
But alas, I was out of time. I had no other choice but to throw the puffy amoebas into a foil container and take them to my daughter’s school.
I regretfully handed the container to the teacher. “I am so sorry. I know these don’t look like hearts.”
She looked at me puzzled. “It’s really okay.”
Somehow, as I drove home exhausted, I felt a little less than okay.
But after school, my daughter came bounding out of her class. “Mom! You made the best cookies ever!”
“I did?” I smiled at her.
“We put frosting and sprinkles ALL OVER THEM, and they were soooo good!”
Undeserved grace right there.
How I need to be reminded we all fall short of glory.
But grace say this to our hearts… you are worth the saving.
To the weary, the unwanted, the defeated, the one shackled in regret… you are worth the saving.
Over two thousand years ago, our Savior suffered on a cross and gave His life to demonstrate the reality of our depravity, yet the depth of His love to save us.
And this grace – it gently burns our hearts to brokenness, our pride to ashes, and in ways more astounding than magic, makes us beautiful.
Beautiful. That’s how the Father sees the ones willing to hold their arms up in surrender to Him.
And what a beautiful thought – to have the privilege to proclaim a glory beyond us, to bless others even in our imperfections, to be strong when we are weak, to know the power of a boundless love… simply because His grace has poured over us. ❤