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. I went to get my dark syrup and of course, I didn’t have any so I substituted with light syrup and molasses. As I started mixing up zucchini bread, I found I was short on cinnamon so the bread only got 1 teaspoon instead of the usual three.
After the loaves were in the oven I started on the cinnamon rolls. I mixed up the dough easily and left it to rise. As I looked around I saw a sink piled with bowls and baking utensils, flour and stuff on the floor and counter, and a pecan pie cooling. As I worked on straightening up the place, I took the breads out of the oven and turned them out to cool. The breads were for neighbors and a recent widower.
Now the dough was ready to roll out and sprinkle with the cinnamon sugar mixture. As they were rising again, I finished washing the dishes, counters and mixer. The rolls were ready to bake while I prepared the frosting. In 30 minutes, the rolls were frosted, the kitchen smelled great and I started the packaging. 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?
Diane Frederick, a former churchwide executive board member, bakes in Oak Park Heights, MInn.
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