Last Saturday night, I baked chocolate chip cookies. That is a true statement, although I myself occasionally doubt it, because high on the list of Things Annie Does Not Do is bake.
I was planning on posting the picture of them on Instagram and then an impossible thing happened, which obviously took precedence, because I can bake any old Saturday night but I can’t relive the impossible.
Or at least I hope I won’t.
All I wanted in life after pulling those cookies out of the oven, scraping them off the cookie sheet, and depositing them in neat piles on paper plates, was to sit down, watch a little more Criminal Minds, and drink some more juice.
I had a glass sitting on a coaster on my coffee table and I brought the container of juice over to the living room to just pour there. While I was pouring, I hear a weird snap, and then the juice started pouring through the middle of the glass onto the coffee table.
You read that correctly.
THROUGH THE GLASS.
ONTO THE COFFEE TABLE.
I had the same reaction to a puddle of apple-cranberry juice on the table as I did a few weeks ago to my iPhone sitting at the bottom of a toilet, air bubbling out of the speaker: I stared at it, thinking, “Something about this situation does not look right.”
The coffee table has been salvaged, thankfully. The iPhone, we know, was not. Neither, perhaps obviously, was the glass.
Incidentally, this is why you shouldn’t buy cheap glasses on clearance from a hardware store going out of business.
Also, I can’t yet bring myself to throw away the other three perfectly intact glasses but I glare at them every time I open the kitchen cabinet.
This was SUPPOSED to be a post about cookies, the same way my Instagram post Saturday evening was supposed to be about cookies.
Maybe let’s look at the picture again to remind us what’s truly important in life.
And also a picture of the stellar bake sale the youth group at church put on the next morning and at which my two little platefuls of cookies found new homes.
In Jamaica-related news: That bake sale was like nothing you’ve seen before. FIVE tables groaned under homemade treats baked mostly by students, but also by staff and other members of our church. Between that and a fundraiser hosted at a nearby pizzeria, our students raised over $3500 for their trip! I’m so excited to see Jesus work in their lives, I can’t stand it, but often I forget He already is. He’s inflamed their passions to work hard in preparation for this trip, and they are seeing His provision laid thickly on them in return. We’d love all and any prayers you’re willing to say as we continue to prepare!