Often times, okay – all the time, my own personal blog posts come straight from the hip and my heart. No exception here.
Last week, I took a day and went to Ann Arbor with a friend. We poked around World Market and REI. (btw, if you have teensy feet, check the kids’ section if you are looking for shoes. I bought a $100 pair of Keens for $50 – I have little feet.)
We stopped at Chipotle for lunch, we both ate fabulously healthy meals, no chips, had water. The sun was shining, the sky was blue. On the way home her car – OH MY GOODNESS – I don’t know how it happened – it turned into one of our favorite ice cream stores and before we knew it, I was gently eating my hot fudge sundae, as she, with lady-like precision was enjoying her waffle cone FULL of caramel (pronounced CAAR-a-mel) praline. It was the oddest thing.
Okay – that’s the back story – there’s always a back story.
Today, during my devotions, I thought about my hot fudge sundae, with lots of fudge, enough whipped cream to power a pie, nuts and, of course, the cherry on top. Where does God fit into all of this? Well, here you go:
At the beginning of last year, I began to pray, God – show me Your glory. In the lives of my mom, kids, friends, blither blather. Oh, and yea, mine as well. I’d like a hot fudge sundae, fully loaded, okay? Throughout the year, I had many naysayers – well, what if, maybe He won’t, maybe you ask too much,, etc.
The year began with the news that my #4.3 and his bride would be extending their family by 1, and in September, the Most Revered Princess Buttercup appeared. I may have cried. A lot.
The summer came and went, and in the fall, I decided I wanted some ice cream. I went to the supermarket, bought some. I was sure I’d put the toppings in my cart as well. I ate it. It was awful. Truly. Awful. Sat in my gut like a rock. I’d left the toppings AT THE STORE! Silly girl. I tried to go back, but something ALWAYS came up.
Somewhere along the way, I’d written down the kind of ice cream, nuts, extra fudge, how much whipped cream, even how I like the cherry.
Finally, out of complete exasperation, I said. FINE. God. Fine. You don’t want me to have MY sundae MY WAY. Fine. ~ insert Jersey Girl hair flip ~ whatever.
As last year was drawing to a close, the Lord handed me a cup. I thought, well, God, that’s an interesting container, but okay. Seems not like the cup I’d have picked, but okay. Time passed, and He began to put the ice cream in it- mint chocolate chip, my favorite – sometimes it spilled out. I remember telling my daughter in law, sometimes, it spills out of my neat little cup.
He slowly, as in ever so slowly, added the fudge. Then, He added more. I like fudge. Almost more than the ice cream. Then, the nuts. Not only did He add the nuts, but! Sugar coated – a girls’ dream come true. The whipped cream? Girl, you’ve no idea. Not ONE pie, but two. Then, the cherry. Perfectly off-center, just like I like it.
Today, I sit here carefully, and slowly enjoying my God-built Hot Fudge Sundae; every single solitary nibble.
Here’s the real deal – When we pray, we pray expecting God to do BIG things. We also hand him our well-written, well thought out list. Okay, maybe YOU don’t, but I do. Then, when He completely shreds our list, we (okay, I) get angry. We shake our fist, we don’t ‘understand’ why it didn’t go ‘my’ way. You completely give up. Okay, God – I’m 100% thankful you are showing me Your glory in other peoples’ lives. I guess those who doubted my dreams, hopes, desires were right. I can be 100% okay(ish) with that.
And then – He: according to HIS promises – quietly says, your time is come. Remember the things you asked of Me? Remember you wrote, I bring beauty from ashes? That I make ALL things beautiful in their time? That you wrote, read, and believed that I will do BIGGER AND BETTER than you could ever ask or imagine? Remember that you had inscribed, and wear on your wrist, Be anxious for nothing? With thanksgiving – let your prayers be known to Me?
God and Hot Fudge Sundaes. He knows far better than you do what your perfect Sundae will look like; and He heard my plea – He was, after all, at work.
Re-read this: Somewhere along the way, I’d written down the kind of ice cream, nuts, extra fudge, how much whipped cream, even how I like the cherry.
I found that list the other day – to be honest, I’d forgotten I’d written it. The Sundae that the Lord built for me is there. He is faithful, even when we cannot see it. He TRULY is in the waiting. Gosh, it’s h.a.r.d. to wait.
Until next time,
Laura Grayce ~ taking every day, step by step with grace