Sometimes, prayer looks like a messy kitchen.
Deep pleas as I bake from the recipe she wrote down for me,
signed with the words, “yes, you can do this!” I pour the mixture
into the baking dish passed down to me from my grandma. I call
on the women who have gone on before us, praying
that her husband gets the best possible care. Praying
that she feels surrounded by the same love she so freely gives to others.
Baking and praying are essentially the same at heart.
Turning the mixing bowl and whispering “please, please, please turn out.” 💗
Minister to the Heart 