Four-year-old Brandon decided one Saturday morning to fix his parents pancakes. He found a big bowl and spoon, pulled a chair to the counter, opened the cupboard and pulled out the heavy flour canister, spilling it on the floor.
He scooped some of the flour into the bowl with his hands, mixed in most of a cup of milk and added some sugar, leaving a floury trail on the floor, which by now had a few tracks left by his kitten.
Brandon was covered with flour and getting frustrated. He wanted this to be something very good for Mom and Dad, but it was getting very bad.
He didn’t know what to do next, whether to put it all into the oven or on the stove and he didn’t know how the stove worked!
Suddenly he saw his kitten licking from the bowl of mix and reached to push her away, knocking the egg carton to the floor. Frantically he tried to clean up this monumental mess but slipped on the eggs, getting his pajamas white and sticky.
And just then, he saw Dad standing at the door.
Big crocodile tears welled up in Brandon’s eyes.
All he’d wanted to do was something good, but he’d made a terrible mess. He was sure a scolding was coming, maybe even a spanking.
But, his father just watched him.
Then, walking through the mess, he picked up his crying son, hugged him and loved him, getting his own pajamas white and sticky in the process!
That’s how God deals with us.
We try to do something good in life, but it turns into a mess. Our marriage gets sticky, or we insult a friend, or we can’t stand our job, or our health goes sour.
Sometimes we just stand there in tears because we can’t think of anything else to do.
That’s when God picks us up and loves us and forgives us, even though some of our mess gets all over Him.
But just because we might mess up, we can’t stop trying to “make pancakes”, for God or for others. Sooner or later we’ll get it right, and then they’ll be glad we tried.
Never stop “making pancakes”.
I cant make pancakes ether , my 5 year grand son helps we have fun.just trying.he cracks the eggs and we eat some shell when he is home he talks about or pancakes we made.he always makes a mess I just tell him what good job he is doing.God does love us like that.I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me .
Yes we all make pancakes when in our mess when all we know or have is gone(hope), the ever lovin n caring hand of our heveanly father is always there to pick us. Love my Risen Saviour.
Nice! 🙂 and cute!
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That is grace. His covering for ever need.
when my dad caught me doing something like that he would beat me and then when his hand got sore or hurt he would use a stick he had hidden in the basement and beat me some more. sometimes my butt was so sore I could not sit in school the next day and the nuns would let me stand instead. to this day some of my fingers are crooked and deformed from trying to protect my sore behind from his beatings…………. at times I forgive him and other times when I think of the screaming , stinging and pain,,,, I can’t