Cookies

As a child I loved to make cookies with my grandmas. I would wear a child-sized apron and they would hand me the cups of flour and sugar to add to the mixing bowl. I would stir the ingredients until my little arms became tired and then the adults would take over.

Making cookies at grandma’s house

I continued this activity with my sons, who would help make the Christmas cookies each year. We loved the different kinds of cookies, the different techniques we used to create them; rolled in sugar, cut out with cookie cutters, pressed with special glasses, each process followed faithfully.

For it was You who created my inward parts; You knit me together in my mother’s womb. I will praise You because I have been remarkably and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful, and I know this very well. My bones were not hidden from You when I was made in secret, when I was formed in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw me when I was formless; all my days were written in Your book and planned before a single one of them began, (Psalms‬ ‭139:13-16‬ ‭HCSB‬‬).

Just as cookies have different techniques to make them, we are created uniquely with different aspects to our character and our characteristics. We are not all sugar cookies with vanilla icing. We were brought up in different home environments, different geographic locations, different generations and eras. God did not make us all the same and our stories are just as diverse.

As Christians we may wear modest clothes and head coverings in church. We may have tattoos and piercings, or we may be battling addictions. As a believer we may be working through previous abuse, moving from victim to victor.

Others may be experiencing a Father’s love for the first time, love itself- for the first time. Still others may be learning how to process emotional wounds they have carried for decades, some so deep they may not fully heal this side of Heaven.

Best Beloved, we have been made uniquely beautiful, uniquely talented, and full of purpose- on purpose- by our Heavenly Father’s infinite mind. As I watch my now adult children enter into their own, I find myself smiling at the earliest memories of them as they struggled to find their own voices.

I used to tell them that God did not give me two boys exactly alike. He gave me two unique, intelligent, capable boys who were not supposed to do the same thing. As they have grown they have followed their own journeys, exactly as God designed them to do.

Dear Ones, no matter if you are a chocolate chip cookie, snickerdoodle, ginger snap, oatmeal, or even a sugar cookie with vanilla icing; you are God’s workmanship (Ephesians 2:10) and He created you for this time (Esther 4:14). I pray you embrace Him and His plan for you.

About gretchenr17

Wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend. Writer, farmer, fellow sojourner... at every turn I learn a bit more about God's wild mercies.
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