One minute things seem to be going along fine and the next a lesson hits me on the back of the head (kind of like Gibbs on NCIS!). The other day Chuck asked me to bake a cake for the kids. Simple enough, right? Let me first give you some background. The local cake mixes are <ahem> not that great. You can, however, buy Betty Crocker ones in Nairobi which I bought a couple on my last trip into the city. When Chuck asked me to bake a cake the first thing that goes through my mind is…but then there won’t be anymore cake mix. And to be brutally honest I added “for me” at the end of that thought. This is where the lesson comes in. I was immediately convicted and then thought…ok then I’ll be out of cake mix, so what? It’s not like I can just keep cake mix laying around, what good is that?
I was thankful for this lesson as it seems to be a sticky area for me…a place where I usually get tangled up in selfishness. And not just about cake mixes, it (selfishness) permeates into several areas of my life and I hate seeing it rear its ugly head. At that moment it was like a fresh breeze blew through the kitchen as this scene played itself out in a matter of maybe 30 seconds. I then immediately went to the cupboard and made a cake (thank you Lord for keeping the electricity on!).
Chuck came home that night and had told the kids I might be baking a cake (pending electricity) and the kids told him they were happy because they had been praying I would make them a cake. Thank you Lord for whacking me on the back of the head, I just pray when something like this comes up again I won’t need the whack!