With a spill of flour on the counter and floor I started my baking. The outdoor temp was perfect at 76, so I opened the windows and doors and let the breeze in. I put in my favorite Adele CD and decided I would make a pecan pie first. I “owed” many friends and neighbors. The pecan pie was a thank you for a friend who had saved us from a painting disaster. The breads were for neighbors and a recent widower. The cinnamon rolls were for a neighbor and for another friend who needed some support. That day I was in the rhythm of baking. Each step flowed into the next until I was finished. What rhythm is God adding into your life today?
This message is adapted from “Rhythm of Baking,” written by Diane Frederick for the Women of the ELCA blog on August 16, 2012.