White Fluff and Other Stuff
Fluffy, white, clouds floated through the sky. “What a beautiful day for our church picnic.” Judy spoke to her teenage daughter with enthusiasm, adding, “I hope I do better in the pie contest this year than last year.”
“Oh, Mom, no one stands a chance if you make your famous blueberry pie. I hope Millie and I run the legs off those Howard boys in the two- legged sack race. I hear they’ve been practicing all year, hoping to out-do us.” Sandra rushed on. “Is it okay if I go to Millie’s now? We want to practice a little.”
“Sure, Sandy.” Swishing the wash cloth across the top of the stove Judy exclaimed, “Ouch, the stovetop is still hot from cooking the blueberry mixture.” Carefully removing the pie from the oven she placed it directly on the spot she had just wiped.
Seconds later she wondered, “Hmmm, what’s sizzling? Surely my pie is not bubbling over the side of the pan.”
“OH NO! I forgot to turn the burner off.” Sliding the pie across the flat surface was an excellent idea, though a moment too late. Judy cringed at the loss as she watched in horror. The pie plate shattered, dumping pie and glass everywhere.
“There goes my chance of blue ribbon blueberry pie. On to plan B – whatever that is.” she moaned. “Maybe it’s time to write a book about ‘Kitchen Flops”.
James Howard exclaimed to John, “Whoopee! With all our practice we’ll whip the tar out of the rest of ‘em.”
“Yeah, if you don’t go messin’ up like you usually do. I’m ready to win and you better be ready, too, Little Brother.” Johnny’s pointer tapped the tip of James’ nose.
“Big brother to you. I’m the oldest and don’t you forget seniority rules. I’ll call the shots and you just pretend you’re my little dummy. Oops. No need to pretend.”
The fluffy white clouds changed into charred marshmallows as the crowd gathered.
“What do you think?” Joe asked Randy. “Is it going to rain?”
“Maybe. That won’t stop us, will it? Hey, how is your new book progressing?”
“I’m stuck. Can’t seem to bring things together. I’ll observe what goes on today and get some insights. Maybe I just need to beat you in a game of horseshoes.” he joked.
Suddenly the thrill of the contests hung in limbo.
Fear gripped their hearts as dark threatening clouds hovered low, promising to pound rain on the spectators. The breeze increased to gusts, quickly changing to forceful winds. Lightning flashed across the black background. Thunder roared like an angry, hungry lion.
Small children scurried like squirrels to their parents, clinging to them in choke holds. Everyone bolted towards the enclosed pavilion.
The wind carried paper plats and napkins across the room. On the tables salt and pepper shakers rattled. Pop cans tipped and burst.
Shutting the door, Pastor Anderson’s preaching voice quieted the assembly. “I was going to speak briefly anyway. Since I have your attention…” everyone chuckled nervously.
“We have times when our plans are playing out but God takes an opportunity to remind us that HE IS. He will lead us as we trust Him.
We have to lay aside our previous intentions momentarily. We are in a temporary “fog”.
Other areas of life have “fog” times, too. We can fret and stew and worry some, too. It’s better to be busy with something else while we wait for God’s timing. Let’s start with the pie-tasting contest.
I’ll pray and we’ll eat lunch while the judges make their decision.”
Cheers burst forth. Judy knew what the preacher meant about laying aside our plans. Her blueberry pie would not win this contest. Maybe her peach pie would. Most people like peach better anyway, don’t they?
Sandra and Millie graciously smiled at the Howard twins, causing them to blush in agony that perhaps they weren’t as well prepared as they thought.
Randy had a lot more to chew on than that tasty looking peach pie on the shelf. His friend Joe had a way of sharpening his horseshoes playing and his writing skills, like iron sharpens iron.
Unexpectedly the winds and thunder ceased. A tiny ray of sunshine peeped through thick, gloomy clouds. The “fog” was lifting and “dreams” were about to come to fruition.
Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ: Philippians 1:6 KJV
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