By July 9, 2014 7 Comments

Slide1I made cake.

It’s just a store-bought box of cake-mix that I whipped up with some eggs and oil. I don’t normally make store-bought cake, and in fact, the last cake I made was for my husband Tim’s birthday about 3 years ago.

With all the discussion about healthy food and trimming the extras, I don’t bake too often. This is sad really, because I enjoy baking. I enjoy that sweet reward at the end of a meal. I used the word ‘reward’, did you catch that?

Some would say sugar is not a reward. No. In fact, some may be poised at the keyboard looking to Google information here to “help me” avoid the hazards of sugar. Don’t.

GuestLarynda post from Larynda McKay, of Calgary, Alberta. Ryn writes from the heart and that’s what endears her to her readers. Ryn says she is the “luckiest woman in the world; married to the most wonderful man on the planet. I’m quirky and fun, with a healthy dose of wit and intelligence. I love writing and sharing things I encounter on my adventures that make me laugh and ponder.” Ryn shares her writing on her Facebook Page and on her blog site – “Musing-In-The-City.”

I made cake today for a reason.

This morning when I awoke, I learned that yet another friend has cancer. This is now two friends with fresh cancer news in the last two weeks.

A dear friend of my husband’s (and since we’ve been married, he and his wife have become very special to me as well) passed away today; way too young.

I have family members who are fighting serious illnesses. I have friends who are waiting for major surgeries. Friends losing people close to them. Friends getting ugly health reports.

My heart is so heavy, it’s almost sunk deep into my toes. I pray all day for strength to these families. And in the middle of it all, I made cake.chocolate-cake

Cake is a pleasure.

It’s associated to celebratory events like a birthday, or to salute an anniversary.

Cake is fun.

Cake waiting on the kitchen counter means something exciting is imminently happening.
Cake makes people smile.
Cake cheers. It brings feelings of bliss and lips smack with anticipation.
Cake adds a delicious scent to the home.
Cake is happy.

Today, we needed something happy.

Making cake is not a flippant gesture. Some may say, “in the face of such grief, who makes cake?”.

I do.chocolate cake2

Looking for Joy in Sorrow

Cake, in it’s purest form (happy food) is a way to find joy amid the sorrow. It’s like a mom giving a child with a freshly bandaged wound, a small candy or cookie. It’s also a delicious and sweet way to celebrate this very moment.

Sugar may not be everyone’s answer to a tough day. But, sometimes, you have to shed the rules and the ‘what’s-best-for-me’ suggestions that we read, endlessly on social media and news, and enjoy a slice of cake.

Sometimes what’s best for me [us] is to live life abundantly and celebrate this moment.

No one is guaranteed tomorrow. My heart is very tender today; bruised with compassion.

I can’t fix these things.
I am not a doctor.
I am not an expert on medicine.
But, I can pray.
I can listen.
I can support.
I can bake.

And today I prayed and gave my grief to God.

Tonight, we’ll likely be quiet.

We’ll enjoy a slice of cake, maybe a coffee, sit outside on the deck, listen to the birds, watch a sunset, finish the cake and breathe.

It will be a simple, soothing celebration of the moment.

Do not worry, prayer will continue long after the cake is gone.

APPLICATION: How do you deal with loss? Send a note to Ryn by leaving a comment below. Thank you.

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Bob Jones

Author Bob Jones

Pastor at North Pointe Community Church for 27 years. Happily married to Jocelyn for 38 years. We have two adult sons, Cory and his wife Lynsey and their son Vinnie; Jean Marc and his wife Angie and their three gorgeous daughters, Quinn, Lena and Annora. I love being a pastor and inspiring faith in Jesus through communicating, blogging, counseling and coaching. I enjoy running, reading, writing and ball hockey. Fan of the Esks and Pats. Follow me on Twitter @bobjones49ers

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