Apparently I am not a baker. I tried. Really I did. But I soon realized that the chocolate chip scone recipe I attempted did not have the required stiff consistency to form a scone and quickly became muffins instead. What had I missed? A taste of the batter quickly identified the need for more sugar—1/3 cup was not nearly enough. I added more sugar, a pinch of cinnamon and a dash of shredded coconut. There, that seemed better.
I filled the tins almost to the brim and popped them in the oven for the prescribed time. The smell of freshly baked muffin-scones wafted through the house. I could hardly wait until they were done to taste-test.
At the appropriate time I pulled them from the oven only to discover that they had not risen, they sat right where I had placed them. No glorious muffin tops—just dense, over-sized hockey pucks. Not the store bought beauties I had hoped for, but after a tentative taste, I decided they were still usable.
I thought about the lump of clay I am in God’s hands. Certainly not perfect, but still usable. Perhaps I did not turn out completely the way He had planned, but He patiently continues to mold me adding pinches of sugar and spice. When He is finished, I suspect that I will rise to the top and be a sweet-smelling aroma. But until then—He has His work cut out for Him.
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