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My Serving Experience

Can you imagine something not my plan, not my idea, yet still a great idea! Well, I’m kind of getting used to this because I notice that others around me, even those older than me (Can you imagine that?) can still have some great ideas. To start off, Mom and Dad offered their services at church for a full day of helping out, charity type of work. Great for them! I thought. But then when they told Brother and I that we were part of it too, I nearly fainted. Well, maybe not fainted for real, but in my mind, I couldn’t believe I would have to be at church ALL day and serving? I didn’t even know what serving meant. “All the more reason to come!” Mom said. “Instead of me telling you what it means, you’ll get to try it out and experience it for yourself.”

Okay, not my idea of a weekend fun or relax, but… I was willing to give it a try. Brother was a bit more reluctant and did some of his complaining, but he came along too. And, at the end, yes, I was a bit tired, yes, it was a lot of work, but hey, I had FUN! Real FUN! I served soup and drinks, along with bread and cream and napkins. I made a few spills to begin with, was a bit wobbly with the hot soup bowls, but I got better at it. That wasn’t enough so I served some cakes and desserts too. I didn’t want to stop there so I helped sell the clothes. Still more time so I helped sell the other stuff like toys and books. Boy, I felt useful and like I really did something with my day. I learned that service is not just serving soup but serving it with a smile and because I care and want to help out. Selling things to then give money to charity was not just to make money, but to later again be able to give to the poor and the needy. I certainly didn’t expect anything in return because I was there to give, but I did get something in return. I got a free serving of food! Imagine that! And good food it was. Then I got a free headband for the winter and a free sweater and shirt. I was about to pay for it, but the older ladies at the stand paid for me instead. They saw my cheerful giving and serving with the food and it made them so happy to give to me in return.

Most of all, what I got from this, was a really full heart of happiness. I didn’t understand the saying that “it’s more blessed to give than to receive” but I experienced it firsthand. Then I felt love bursting out too. I got home and wanted to keep on giving. I looked through my wardrobe if there was anything I could add to the giving bags.

You might need to try this out for yourself to know what I’m talking about here. Cause I’ve heard about it lots of times before too. I’ve heard others tell me their stories and all that, but it didn’t touch me or make me feel the way I feel today by actually doing it and being a part of it. It’s humongous!

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A Baking Failure?

I have a little problem, I must confess. I can’t seem to follow any sort of recipe quite properly, or at least it just doesn’t seem to come out like I want it to. All the photos on the recipe books look amazing, just totally perfect. But why do mine never turn out that way. So, well, I just decided NOT to follow any recipe at all. That way I don’t get disappointing if it doesn’t turn out like the picture-perfect look in the recipe book. And guess what? Sometimes it really works! It works and it’s delicious and everybody loves it.

I remember the best cake I ever made was when Dad and Mom were unloading a gigantic truckload of books. Thirteen palettes of books to unload as they were moving their stock of books from one place to another. And so they had invited 3-4, or 5 people to come and help. Brother and I helped too. It just so happened that the day before I had gotten an inspiration to make a cake. Yes, I must wait for an inspiration before I set out on the journey of baking a no-follow-cake-recipe. I didn’t even have Mom right there, cause, well, she was busy with something else. So I had to figure it out myself.

I mixed up the usual ingredients that I think you put in a cake. Then I may have added something of my own accord but I don’t remember now what it was. Well, that’s the problem! I can never ever make the same thing twice. That’s what Mom says about her cooking too. Brother tells her that’s it’s the best meal of all and he begs her to make it again. She’s thankful for the apprecition but honestly says that it may be hard to match it exactly as she just put spices and stuff in, without measuring or following a recipe.

Oh, well, back to MY story. After everyone had unloaded the books, which took a few hours, they were tired and I think hungry too. So I brought over some juice and my made-up cake, which I hadn’t tasted yet. It was a bit worrisome, to be sharing a cake that I wasn’t sure turned out, with not just my little family, but with other guests too. Woah! But it was amazing! Everyone loved it and thanked me. I felt really proud of myself for trying something new all by my very own self. Just too bad that I’ve never been able to match that cake again. Only to think that maybe it could have won the Dina Records of 2018. I won’t remorse over what’s past. I’ll just be happy that I can try out some different made-up cake recipes that can be special in their own way. God made me unique too after-all. There’s only one of me!