Pancakes
Six-year-old Brady decided one Saturday
morning to fix his parents pancakes.
He found a big bowl and spoon, pulled a
chair to the counter, opened the cupboard and pulled
out the heavy flour canister, spilling it on the floor.
He scooped some of the flour into the bowl with his
hands, mixed in most of a cup of milk and added some
sugar, leaving a floury trail on the floor which by
now had a few tracks left by his kitten.
Brady was covered with flour and getting frustrated.
He wanted this to be something very good
for Mom and Dad, but it was getting very bad. He
didn't know what to do next, whether to put it all
into the oven or on the stove, (and he didn't know how
the stove worked!).
Suddenly he saw his kitten licking from
the bowl of mix and reached to push her away,
knocking the egg carton to the floor. Frantically he
tried to clean up
this monumental mess but slipped on the
eggs, getting
his pajamas white and sticky. And just
then he saw Dad
standing at the door.
Big crocodile tears welled up in Brady's
eyes. All he'd wanted to do was something good,
but he'd made a
terrible mess. He was sure a scolding
was coming,
maybe even a spanking. But his father
just watched
him. Then, walking through the mess, he
picked up his
crying son, hugged him and loved him,
getting his own
pajamas white and sticky in the process.
That's how God deals with us. We try to
do something
good in life, but it turns into a mess.
Our marriage gets all sticky or we insult a friend or
we can't stand our job or our health goes sour.
Sometimes we
just stand there in tears because we can't think of
anything else to do.
That's when God picks us up and loves us
and forgives us, even though some of our mess gets
all over Him.
But just because we might mess up, we
can't stop trying to "make pancakes," for God or
for others . Sooner or later we'll get it right, and
then they'll be glad we tried..Please pass some of this love on t
others...No man ia failure if he has friends.
Six-year-old Brady decided one Saturday
morning to fix his parents pancakes.
He found a big bowl and spoon, pulled a
chair to the counter, opened the cupboard and pulled
out the heavy flour canister, spilling it on the floor.
He scooped some of the flour into the bowl with his
hands, mixed in most of a cup of milk and added some
sugar, leaving a floury trail on the floor which by
now had a few tracks left by his kitten.
Brady was covered with flour and getting frustrated.
He wanted this to be something very good
for Mom and Dad, but it was getting very bad. He
didn't know what to do next, whether to put it all
into the oven or on the stove, (and he didn't know how
the stove worked!).
Suddenly he saw his kitten licking from
the bowl of mix and reached to push her away,
knocking the egg carton to the floor. Frantically he
tried to clean up
>> > > > > > >> > >this monumental mess but slipped on the
>> > > eggs, getting
>> > > > > > >> > >his pajamas white and sticky. And just
>> > > then he saw Dad
>> > > > > > >> > >standing at the door.
>> > > > > > >> > >
>> > > > > > >> > >Big crocodile tears welled up in Brady's
>> > > eyes. All
>> > > > > > >> > >he'd wanted to do was something good,
>> > > but he'd made a
>> > > > > > >> > >terrible mess. He was sure a scolding
>> > > was coming,
>> > > > > > >> > >maybe even a spanking. But his father
>> > > just watched
>> > > > > > >> > >him. Then, walking through the mess, he
>> > > picked up his
>> > > > > > >> > >crying son, hugged him and loved him,
>> > > getting his own
>> > > > > > >> > >pajamas white and sticky in the process.
>> > > > > > >> > >
>> > > > > > >> > >That's how God deals with us. We try to
>> > > do something
>> > > > > > >> > >good in life, but it turns into a mess.
>> > > Our marriage
>> > > > > > >> > >gets all sticky or we insult a friend or
>> > > we can't
>> > > > > > >> > >stand our job or our health goes sour.
>> > > Sometimes we
>> > > > > > >> > >just stand there in tears because we
>> > > can't think of
>> > > > > > >> > >anything else to do.
>> > > > > > >> > >
>> > > > > > >> > >That's when God picks us up and loves us
>> > > and forgives
>> > > > > > >> > >us, even though some of our mess gets
>> > > all over Him.
>> > > > > > >> > >But just because we might mess up, we
>> > > can't stop
>> > > > > > >> > >trying to "make pancakes," for God or
>> > > for others.
>> > > > > > >> > >Sooner or later we'll get it right, and
>> > > then they'll
>> > > > > > >> > >be glad we tried...
>> > > > > > >> > >
>> > > > > > >> > >Please pass some of this love on to
>> > > others...No man is
>> > > > > > >> > >a failure if he has friends.
>> > > >
>> > > >
Motorhoming across America, Enjoying God's Creations
Pancakes Six-year-old Brady decided one Saturday morning to fix his parents pancakes. He found a big bowl and spoon, pulled a chair to the counter, opened the cupboard and pulled out the heavy flour canister, spilling it on the floor. He scooped some of the flour into the bowl with his hands, mixed in most of a cup of milk and added some sugar, leaving a floury trail on the floor which by now had a few tracks left by his kitten. Brady was covered with flour and getting frustrated. He wanted this to be something very good for Mom and Dad, but it was getting very bad. He didn't know what to do next, whether to put it all into the oven or on the stove, (and he didn't know how the stove worked!). Suddenly he saw his kitten licking from the bowl of mix and reached to push her away, knocking the egg carton to the floor. Frantically he tried to clean up >> > > > > > >> > >this monumental mess but slipped on the >> > > eggs, getting >> > > > > > >> > >his pajamas white and sticky. And just >> > > then he saw Dad >> > > > > > >> > >standing at the door. >> > > > > > >> > > >> > > > > > >> > >Big crocodile tears welled up in Brady's >> > > eyes. All >> > > > > > >> > >he'd wanted to do was something good, >> > > but he'd made a >> > > > > > >> > >terrible mess. He was sure a scolding >> > > was coming, >> > > > > > >> > >maybe even a spanking. But his father >> > > just watched >> > > > > > >> > >him. Then, walking through the mess, he >> > > picked up his >> > > > > > >> > >crying son, hugged him and loved him, >> > > getting his own >> > > > > > >> > >pajamas white and sticky in the process. >> > > > > > >> > > >> > > > > > >> > >That's how God deals with us. We try to >> > > do something >> > > > > > >> > >good in life, but it turns into a mess. >> > > Our marriage >> > > > > > >> > >gets all sticky or we insult a friend or >> > > we can't >> > > > > > >> > >stand our job or our health goes sour. >> > > Sometimes we >> > > > > > >> > >just stand there in tears because we >> > > can't think of >> > > > > > >> > >anything else to do. >> > > > > > >> > > >> > > > > > >> > >That's when God picks us up and loves us >> > > and forgives >> > > > > > >> > >us, even though some of our mess gets >> > > all over Him. >> > > > > > >> > >But just because we might mess up, we >> > > can't stop >> > > > > > >> > >trying to "make pancakes," for God or >> > > for others. >> > > > > > >> > >Sooner or later we'll get it right, and >> > > then they'll >> > > > > > >> > >be glad we tried... >> > > > > > >> > > >> > > > > > >> > >Please pass some of this love on to >> > > others...No man is >> > > > > > >> > >a failure if he has friends. >> > > >=20 >> > > >=20 >> > > >=20 >> > > >=20 >>=20 >>=20 > >
