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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Taste (07/15/10)

TITLE: Chocolate Chip Cookies and a Giving Heart
By Joyce Morse
07/21/10


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“I just love your chocolate chip surprise cookies,” Susan said.

Katie smiled. She had to admit she enjoyed being famous for her cooking skills. Even

if it was only in her hometown, it felt satisfying to be admired. Of course, she thanked

the Lord for her gift. Once in awhile, she thought she should use it in a less selfish way

than just making money. But there were never enough hours in the day. And getting

up at four in the morning to start baking for her coffee shop was all she had time for.

“Did you hear about that poor family who lost everything in a fire?” Susan asked,

interrupting Katie’s thoughts.

“No, what happened?”

“No one knows for sure, but they think it was faulty wiring. I just feel so sorry for

them.”

Katie nodded. “It would be horrible to lose everything.”

“You ought to make them some of your famous cookies or your coffeecake that

we love,” Susan said. “They found an apartment and some of the people from church

are donating furniture.”

Katie started to say she didn’t have time. It wouldn’t take much longer to make a

bigger batch, she thought. “I could donate something,” she said.

“Great. I’ll put you down for food then.”

Katie grinned. So you’re the organizer.” She wasn’t surprised; Susan was a good

coordinator for projects. And now that she agreed to help, she was excited.

“Yes, we’re trying to make sure nothing is forgotten or duplicated. I keep track of all

donations. Saturday we’re going to take the stuff to the apartment and help them get

moved in. That’s why the food is appreciated, not only for the family but also the

workers.”

Katie bit her lip. If it wasn’t needed until Saturday, maybe she could donate more. “I

could make some chili and a casserole, too.”

“Awesome. You’re the best!”

Early Saturday morning, Katie was kicking herself for agreeing to be so generous. She

had set her alarm a half hour earlier and was already in a bad mood when she got to

the coffee shop. Her assistant had forgotten to wash the pans so she had to take care

of that before she got started. Then she forgot to preheat the oven so it took longer

to start baking. At least the chili was fairly easy.

By five-thirty, Katie smelled a burnt odor. Oh no! she thought. She had forgotten the

cookies because she was working on the casserole. She rushed to the oven, but it was

too late to save them. She would have to start over.

God, why is this so difficult when I’m trying to do something nice for someone? It made
her want to give up, but she pulled out another mixing bowl and grabbed the flour bin.

She thought about what the family had been through. It makes a bad batch of cookies

not seem to be such a big deal, she reminded herself.

By eleven o’clock, Katie had the cookies in a box ready to go, along with the chili, a

casserole, a fruit salad, and a lemon cake. Her assistant, Brittany, came in and helped

her pack the stuff in the car.

“Wow, this is a lot of food,” Brittany said. “I bet they’ll be glad to see it.”

Katie smiled. “I’m sure they will.”

There was a flurry of activity when Katie arrived at the apartment building. Two trucks

held various pieces of furniture, along with some on the lawn. Several people she

recognized from church were moving furniture and unloading boxes.

“There she is,” Susan called from the doorway of an apartment. She came down the

steps and helped with the food. “You brought enough to feed an army.”

“I wanted them to have leftovers. I know how our church men can eat.”

They took the food in and set it on the kitchen table. A young woman came in holding a
baby. There were tears in her eyes.

“Thank you so much for bringing all of this food,” she said. “We were worried about

how we were going to feed all of these people until Susan told us about you.”

Katie swallowed a lump in her throat. She said a quick prayer of repentance for

grumbling. “I’m happy to be able to help.” She was glad to realize that she really meant

it. Now she needed to decide how she would donate her cooking skills again.


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Charla Diehl 07/22/10
This story is a nice reminder of ways we can serve others. Good job.
AnneRene' Capp 07/22/10
I've so been there. Wanted to help, grumbled when it came time to "participate", felt the joy of the receivers joy, and then the agony of even having to repent for complaining in the first place.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 07/23/10
This is a lovely story that everyone can relate to. Our problems may seem huge, but there is always someone else who needs our help and puts our problem in the right perspective. This was an enjoyable read from beginning to end.
Pam Ford Davis 07/27/10
What a wonderful world it would be if every believer used their gifts to minister to those around us! Thanks for the reminder!
Beth B07/28/10
I enjoyed your story. We may never know the impact of a kind word or gesture to another person, whether we know if they have a need or not. We just need to be a blessing wherever we go. Thanks for sharing your story. God bless as you write for Him.