A Broken Dish

I broke my measuring cup the other day.

I was baking—which I should NEVER do. I’m a decent cook but I’m a lousy baker.

The irony of it is that I wasn’t going to measure anything. I was just going to use it to melt butter in the microwave.

That’s about all I ever use it for. Excuse me, USED it for.

Apparently I set it down a little too close to the edge of my cutting board and it fell onto the kitchen floor and broke into a kajillion pieces. I am not exaggerating.

There was glass all over the kitchen floor, under the stove, under the refrigerator, in the pantry, on the carpet in the hallway, and even on the bathroom floor across the hall from the kitchen!!

An unbelievable mess.

It took me over an hour to clean it all up. By then I was out of the mood for baking. But I didn’t want to waste the cinnamon bun ingredients, which by now had been at room temperature for over an hour. And I was hungry. So I made them anyway. And they were good. But definitely not worth what I went through.

I don’t believe in luck, good or bad, and I’m not superstitious. And I try not to look at everything that happens to me as ‘signs’.

But breaking my measuring cup may have been a sign for me. Actually it may have been two signs.

The first one is a given. It was reminding me that I am correct in my assumption that I need to continue avoiding any recipes whose success requires exact measurements. I will leave those recipes to my daughter, my Mom and my niece, all of whom are fabulous bakers!

Besides that, this could have been a sign for me on a more personal note—a visual representation of what I want to do internally.

Of what I’m attempting in 2012, what I talked about in my last blog.

Stop trying to measure up! Instead, be the best me I can be and allow God to change me where I need changing.

This year I’m not creating a long list of detailed goals and measuring myself against them every day or week or month. Instead I’m trying to relax and ask God to–and trust that He will–mold me into the person He designed me to be.

Watching that measuring cup fall to the floor was a reminder that I need to ‘let go and let God’.

So maybe it was a sign that I’m on the right track this year.

Well, I’m off to buy a new measuring cup. I’ve got some more butter to melt.

2 thoughts on “A Broken Dish”

  1. Love it! Even as a frequent baker, I can totally relate to this post. Thanks for letting God inspire you in the small, and at times annoying, moments!

  2. Hey Rhonda,
    I loved this blog. I could picture the entire event and your connection to letting God work on us is so valid. I am so glad you are writing these blogs more often

    love you and miss you my friend!

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