I was thinking this morning of all the sugar cookies I've rolled, cut and baked in the last week or so, and how they remind me of the love that we share.
Each batch of dough is made just the same and divided and rolled out with such care, making sure that there's enough flour underneath the dough, so they won't stick and be ruined before they've begun.... then I'd carefully plan how to place each shape to cut, side by side, this way and that, as many shapes as I could make fit.
There were trees to cut out, like our Christmas tree fresh and green, and stars like those shining in the sky, and bells to ring out the joyous news of Jesus' birth, and the love that He's given us to share.
Each of the three cut out over and over, all the same but each different somehow, for no matter how alike they may seem at first glance, each had its own little twist from being handled and put on the cookie sheet.
The shapes might not be perfect as they looked when first cut out...but those little imperfections gave each cookie its own charm.... for like each day that we share, that is outwardly just alike, inside there is just enough difference to make each one unique - a treasure to share.
Then each one is covered over with sweet icing in a rainbow of color.... that covers
up the mistakes made in the baking, making each one perfect to look at and to eat. That icing is like God's love and grace that covers over all our mistakes, smoothing over the bumps and twists that we've made in our day, so that in Him each day is perfect, a joy to see and to taste, a perfect cookie of love to give one another, the sweetness of our love is a wondrous treat.
The cookies are a lovely reminder.... the tree like our love ever fresh and green...shining like a star hung in our sky with love.... the bell ringing out our joy in the love we share...and I thank God so very much each morning as I wake, that each day we have a new batch of cookies to share.
hehe... I think I'm the cookie that fell off the pan when it was getting pulled out of the oven. Then along came Grace, like icing, and glued the broken parts back together and filled in where there were missing crumbs. Those crumbs rolled under the oven when I fell... somebody oughta move that thing and sweep out from under it. :::grin::: Lovely as always!!