I don’t bake
by Misty Dawn
When someone reaches out and asks for help, if I can, I help.
I’m not looking to save the world, or meet all the needs of everyone that I know. I just believe that we all have much more to give, and that we should.
While I cannot purchase and install new tires for a single parent, I can put the word out in my circle and see if anyone has connections at a shop, is selling tires, or knows someone who can install them for a better price than the dealership is quoting her. With technology and connections these days, it takes all of 30 seconds to put the need out there and all of 5-10 minutes to connect people after you do find someone who can help.
I connected a young girl, with a rather limited knowledge of how to go about repairing a side mirror on her car that was badly damaged, with an intelligent and friendly man who knew exactly how to find the best mirror, for the best price, and install it for her.
It took me all of a text message and playing middleman for about 20 minutes. For her, it was exactly what she needed. For her, it was an answered prayer.
How many times do we overlook a need? How many times do we think “Oh, someone else will come through,” or “Since I can’t fix it, there’s really nothing I can do.”
Call me boring. Call me pushing 30 and growing older, but if I were going to be honest, I’d much rather scroll through my facebook feed and see people posting needs and offering assistance to others than junk like this . . .
After offering to help an acquaintance make 400 sugar cookies into the shape of a variety of tools . . . I realized that like the title, I don’t bake. I thought yeah sure, my daughter is home for the summer, I have some extra free time.
I can help.
So I offered to make around 60-70 cookies.
How many did I deliver?
Somewhere around 20 correctly made cookies.
Were they decorated?
Of course not.
It’s been awhile since I’ve been humbled to this degree.
But, regardless of my disappointment, and however much wind I lost in my sail, there’s a ton I noticed that made this day kind of special.
ONE. Five years ago had I have failed this miserably, it would have ruined more than just my day and my interactions with everyone around me. I probably would have had a breakdown, seriously. Over cookies.
While that is utterly, and completely embarrassing for me to write out, and POST ONLINE! . . . It’s the truth.
There was a time in my life that perfection was my judge. I didn’t know it. And I wouldn’t have admitted it even if someone would have been brave enough to actually say it to me.
TWO. I saw without question that not only is baking not my forte, but I didn’t enjoy any part of it. Not the reading of the recipe. Not the mixing of ingredients. Not the wet, sticky dough that I had to try to get to behave without the option of bribes or threats. I did however find myself throughout the process taking photos of the disaster . . . and I kind of laughed to myself . . . and thought “I am definitely in the right business.” A service I’d committed to provide was in shambles and I was still grabbing my camera to capture the wreckage. That was the only part I enjoyed. And the thinking about how I’d share the moment with you. It was a quiet, and sweet confirmation that I’m right where I need to be in my life.
So combining ONE with TWO, gives me THREE. Not only is there a ton of joy to be found in knowing I’m living my passions, but the obviousness of my journey of growth is so, so evident. I’m not exaggerating one bit to say that five years ago failing to produce some delicious, power drill, sugar cookies to an acquaintance would have brought me to my breaking point. It absolutely would have. It would have infiltrated every area of my life. My soul would have broken. Today, failing to produce some delicious, power drill, sugar cookies to an acquaintance has actually encouraged me. It has reminded me that I have limitations.
That we all have limitations.
That we are all good at some things, but not so good at others.
And that’s ok.
It’s a clear picture that God is in the business of giving us certain strengths for certain purposes. We don’t all need to be good at everything.
I don’t need to be good at everything.
James 3:2 ”For we all stumble in many ways.”
Yet Jesus taught us that everything is ok. That worrying doesn’t add a single moment to our lives. That striving for perfection actually limits room for God to do what He says He’ll do, show His perfection in our weakness.
Romans 12:6 teaches us that we all have unique talents, and that we are to use them. It does not say that we have all talents, or that Misty must bake.