There are tears in my kitchen

It was a cold winter day.  The kind of cold day where you wonder if the Earth is still part of the Solar System (did you hear Pluto isn't a planet??).  The kind of winter without snow, however, cold enough that heat inside your home wouldn't just be a luxury.  The kind of winter South Africans know about and yet still build these uninsulated houses with bricks and mortar... and without adding central heating.  (It's gotta be a prosecutable crime by now?)

And there I was,
bundled in 100 layers,
crying in my kitchen.

Heat was emanating from my electric oven.  Which meant at this moment, we had electricity.  For that, I was grateful.

Still.

Tears where streaming down my face,
hands covered with flour,
unable to shake the feeling.

The smell of bananas pungent in the air.

My hands were moving along like a well-oiled machine.  My movements were rehearsed.  My work unaffected by the tears.  Peel bananas.  Mash bananas.  Beat eggs.  Measure the flour.  Cut down the sugar, no one will notice.

Tear drop.

Wipe face.

Mix the batter.
Smile.

Tears of gratitude streaming down my cheeks like white rapids.  I was standing on Holy Grounds, in my very own kitchen, listening to God whisper to my soul "well done servant".

I found myself, serving my Lord, with something I actually loved to do.  God had asked me to bake muffins (for pastor leadership training).

BAKE!!!

Making others go "oh! yum!".  Making their tummies happy.  Filling their bodies with nutritious food and perhaps some indulging too.  He had asked me to be part of setting a feast for Him.

And He had equipped me for this moment.  All these years bare-foot in the kitchen (which HAD heat...) were just practice time.  In fact, my God-given talent, had grown with years gone by.  And not because I'm awesome (although a factor?), but because this wasn't a talent I had buried in the sand.  It was a talent I have put to use, even when it wasn't so awesome.  And those are the talent the Lord chooses to increase, the ones we use again and again in faith that He can use anything for His glory.   And so this is the talent I cherish because I've put a lot of work, dedication and sweat into it.  I tuck it away in my heart and pull it out to bless others.  

Add vanilla.
Fold in the butter.
Chop the chocolate.
Mix until moist.

I was crying because as "little" as we sometimes make these things out to be, they are far from little. Our God, our Lord, calls upon us to serve.  YES.  That is a good reason to cry and be thankful, in the most basics of ways.  No shame in my game.

I'm baking for the King of Kings.  I rebuke the lies that it's not important.  The Creator of the Universe has equipped me with good hands, fabulous taste buds and a knack for baking.  So don't mind if I cook up a storm and bless others in this God-given way, while not even bothering to wipe the tears streaming down my face.  I'm standing on Holy Grounds.

What talent is the Lord wanting to increase in you today?  Because there are tears in my kitchen for you too, for when He whispers into your soul "well done my servant".