Barely. Barely is Enough.
Brownies, Cocoa, and Sufficiency
Lost in the brownie-baking ritual, I greased a pair of well-loved pans, fitted a paddle to my red Kitchenaid stand mixer, measured sugar into its bowl. As the butter and sugar whirled and spun to spectral creaminess, I reached for the cocoa box.
Its near-weightlessness stunned me. I'd left myself a tiny pool of rest as I'd poured out plans for this day. If I had to siphon off a trip to the grocery store, my puddle of respite would evaporate, leaving me to race about dry, the day tightened by yet another time drought.
I spooned cocoa into cup, holding my breath. As I tapped and scraped, my deputized spoon determined to capture powdered desperadoes holed up in dark corners, the cup reached its measure.
My cup did not overflow. But it was enough. Enough to fill two pans of brownies for the oven. Enough to provide me a few moments of rest instead of a headlong rush to the grocery store. Enough to greet our daughter-in-law and grandchildren with a welcoming smile instead of a weary sigh.
And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that having all sufficiency in all things at all times, you may abound in every good work.
2 Corinthians 9:8 (ESV)
I'm linking up with Ann Kroeker for Food on Fridays. I hope you'll stop by.