Rebekah On A Mission

“Lord, give me wisdom,” I pray as I nervously think about what I could possibly say to a group of middle school girls about their periods. The Lord put it on my heart to bake cookies for them to decorate while we have the discussion. Generally speaking I do enjoy baking. The joy of seeing something come together from simple ingredients into a wonderful, delicious, and fragrant substance. There are so many possibilities and the creation in baking is a delightful process. That being said, I don’t particularly love the process of baking sugar cookies. As simple as the dough-making process is, the rolling of the dough, cutting out the shapes, and forming each individual cookie is so tedious.

“It’s getting everywhere!” I say to myself as I try to wipe the dough off of my fingers. I had formed 2 cookies and already I was struggling to keep my eye on the prize. “Why do sugar cookies have to be so complicated?” I mutter under my breath. I continue to try to roll and flatten out the dough as best as I can with the limited tools I have. As much as I love baking, I am no professional. The dough was getting all over my fingers and it wasn’t long before I cried out “Why do sugar cookies have to be so messy?!” The reply I heard from the Holy Spirit was so simple and breathtaking at the same time. “My hands were stickier than this when I made you.”

Psalm 139 verse 13 says “You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb.” God reminded me that every part of my design was intentional and well-planned. He made no mistakes when he created me. I was made in his image. That was true for everyone else as well. I had a feeling from the Lord of his immense love and care and joy for the process in making me. For him, no time was wasted. And to think, something so simple as making cookies could stir such a beautiful imagery in my heart and soul of God’s deep, passionate love and care for you and me. Isn’t that beautiful?