I have been thinking for quite a while about what can I possibly write about for my hundredth post (woohoo!). As usual, whenever I think about something it never comes and when I stop thinking it just pops up (Nature is begging me to stop my useless thinking I guess...)! Hence comes the post number one hundred on a bitter-sweet tone as it should be for such a celebration!
Morn with me if you may!
Yesterday I spend about three hours preparing a cake for a friend before Lent as a little token of my love to her... It was done, beautiful and smelling a heavenly smell. While waiting for it to cool a bit before I transfer it to his pretty box home I made for him, he fell, broke into a million piece and died. I was crushed with it! I shed a couple of very warm tears (I realized that you might think that my life is a hyperbole but I promise it is not as melodramatic as it sounds!!):
Some broken things may never be whole again
Some lost things may never be found
Some dead thing may never come to life again
Some old things may never be renewed
Some pasts may never be present again
And that is really okay!
At the same time, while something in my heart ached something in my mind reminded me to be thankful in all circumstances. Something in my heart ached not only for the cake but for all lost things in my life, all lost things around me... I started to think about all those bakers who might have lost loaves of bread that would have fed their family and something in my head prompted me to say a prayer for them... And suddenly my dead cake rose in as a sweet offering for all those who are suffering loss, whatever kind it may have been, in their lives... Suddenly, truly, the poems and verses I read in my life about phoenixes rising from aches or beauty from pain or waters in the deserts came back to my mind so vividly bringing another dimension, a human dimension to my little cake...
Rejoice with me, you must!
You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;
you have loosed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness.
My broken life was made whole in Him
My lost life was found in Him
I was revived
I was renewed
I was living an eternal infinity in a finite moment
and that is really the point!
Happy 100th to me!
*Confetti and balloons*