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Friday, January 30, 2009
The Cupcakes
I received the following email from a dear friend and couldn't resist posting it.
Sometimes we wonder, 'What did I do to deserve this?' or
'Why did God have to do this to me?' Here is a wonderful explanation!
A daughter is telling her mother how everything is going wrong:
she's failing algebra; her boyfriend broke up with her and her best
friend is moving away.
Meanwhile, her Mother is baking a cake and asks her daughter if she
would like a snack, and the daughter says, 'Absolutely, Mom , I love your cake.
'Here, have some cooking oil,' her Mother offers. 'Yuck,' says her daughter.
'How about a couple raw eggs?' 'Gross, Mom !' 'Would you like some flour then? Or maybe baking soda?' ' Mom , those are all yucky!'
To which the mother replies: 'Yes, all those things seem bad by themselves.
But when they are put together in the right way, they make a wonderfully
delicious cake!
God works the same way. Many times we wonder why He would let us go
through such bad and difficult times. But God knows that when He puts
these things all in His order, they always work for good! We just have to
trust Him and, eventually, they will all make something wonderful!
God is crazy about you. He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise every morning. Whenever you want to talk, He'll listen. He can live anywhere in the universe and He chose your heart.
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4 comments:
Hmmmm....good stuff!
I was wondering for a moment where you were going with the oil and eggs, but OH! The light went off at the end. That's a wonderful message.
And thanks so much for stopping by my blog yesterday on my SITS day. I had so much fun and am still wading through wonderful comments. I hope you enjoyed yourself and that you come back to visit soon!
Beautiful email...thanks for sharing! :)
Thank You!! I can read, and reread "The Cupcakes", it will never get old!! Thank you for being a dear friend to me!!
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