“Call me Chef, I am not Ksena anymore,”
I smiled and responded, “Yes, Chef!” and we started baking.
I absolutely love this toddler stage where we can role play. It is so much fun to watch and interact with her, as I understand her thought process. We take on many roles during the day, sometimes we are cows mooing about other times we are dainty ballerinas tippy-toeing about. But the status of our hearts remains: overflowing with joy!
A few weeks ago, we woke up as Chefs. With a cookie bake calling our names. I told Ksena that we’d bake in the afternoon and then something came up. By evening, all she was asking is, ‘Mummy, can we bake our cookies now?’
Promises to hope are like sugar to blood, they make its levels spike instantly. When you give your word to a child you see their hopes rise and their faces shine. After shower hour, clad in PJs, we went to the kitchen and baked cookies. It was way past her bedtime but we baked vanilla, choc chip cookies and she ate one and slept soon after.
As I reflected, baking cookies felt a lot like some of the dreams and desires that I’ve had. I’ve lost hope as I have worn my PJs and felt like time had run out but with God, it is never too late. Our man-made timelines do not limit his power. He is sovereign still.
Happy New Year!
New Living Translation
Here’s to a year of seeing how the Lord does things and aligning ourselves with His will.