Sustenance in Grief

I'm baking tonight because I hate addiction. Drugs, alcohol, sex, food, technology, it doesn't matter, my hate doesn't discriminate. I'm baking tonight because of the Great Lie we all believe or are crawling away from- You are alone. God doesn't love you. He doesn't care. I'm baking tonight because my frustration needs an outlet. Maybe somewhere between cold cubes of butter, sugar sticking to my measuring cups, & flour on my fingertips I'll transition from questioning His goodness to stretching my flour-dusted arms out before Him.

This baking isn't in vain. It's part of the restoration process.

Because maybe when your body is numb from grief's jaws clenched around you, & because maybe your desire to eat fled with death's arrival, a cookie will provide some sort of nourishment. Not as an escape to food, but to testify with your spirit, a nourishing reminder to your soul - you will celebrate again. You will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the LIVING. Someday, you will eat a cookie or piece of pie not as sustenance in grief, but while rejoicing at the banquet table.

I'm baking tonight because I see redemption in this flour. Because He's not finished. 🌼

This post is dedicated to some dear friends. I hope the cookies & pie nourish your hearts.