Happy Birthday..

In a flash moment of inspiration this evening (with the absence of their mum), the girls decided tradition had to be kept and dutifully (and delightfully!) went about making a Birthday Cake for me. Not too far gone into the “project”, all 3 failed to see eye to eye and before long accusations and counter accusations were being traded. So much for the anticipation, all that was left by bedtime was half done Cake Mix! Fast Forward several hours later: The smell of freshly baked pastry is wafting through the house and what the Cake is clearly lacking by way of presentation (for all of me, I could never replicate Mona’s finesse!) is more than compensated for by the little postcard I just got from heaven: That our heavenly Father longs to take our messes and that He joyfully kneads the broken pieces and smoothes the rough edges of our lives into enduring masterpieces that are put on display (and in use) for His Kingdom – Psalm 103:10-14.