The Old Woman’s Cake.
And old woman had her minister over to visit with her for some afternoon tea. “Why don’t you say Grace, Reverend?” she said. The minster smiled, and prayed as follows… “Oh Lord. You know that I don’t care much for full fat milk or butter. And you know too that I don’t care much for eggs. And you know full well that I don’t really like flour. But when those things get all mixed together and baked, I really do like cake. So Lord, help us to remember that when things come my way that I might not like, and when my life gets mixed up, help me just to relax and wait until you’re finished mixing so that I can look forward to that delicious warm cake. Amen”. It’s an innocent little story that is meant to illustrate a point about waiting on God. But it reminded me of something else that happened to me long ago. Many years ago I helped a man move some equipment to a different city 100 miles away. While we were there a woman that the man knew fed us with some cake and tea. The cake was so ...