Watch the Batter

The little soccer player  is my granddaughter, Bella Grace. I put her picture in this blog to distract you from what is really going on this very minute. You should pay attention to how really cute she is in her little outfit and not to the drama that's taking place in my kitchen, or to be exact, in my oven right now. It's shameful. It might not have been shameful if I had not taken pictures and written thoughtful blogs about the Amish Friendship Bread with such sincerity. I expounded upon the importance of following the Amish Friendship Bread protocol to the very end, but now. Oh, I can't tell you, yet. Doesn't she look a bit pensive in that picture? She was very shy on the field her first game, but she overcame it. However, she is much more a dancer than a soccer player. She loves to sing and dance. O.K., I know it's not going to work. You know it's only a diversion. This is what happened; it's something NO God fearing Amish woman would do, and it marks of selfishness. I think I hit on that in a previous blog, too. Now, I am going to have to eat crow. Well... not really crow. Actually, I will be eating lots of Amish Friendship Bread. Extra Amish Friendship Bread. My portion of bread, and three other portions. It looks lovely, and I tasted the batter, and I think it is going to be, oh, so delicious. I should feel bad, but I really don't. There is a sick part of me that is glad that it happened. So what if I forgot to dip out the three bags of starter before I added the final ingredients to make the bread. It is freedom I say. Freedom! That cycle of making the bread every ten days and trying to pretend I had enough friends to keep the noble cycle going was getting difficult after one cycle. I think, yes, I think it was really meant to be, but just in case, I will ask forgiveness. That always helps. By the way, if you're not doing anything, you might want to drop by. I have some fresh baked goods to share. Something good is bound to come from all of this. Yeah, it's called extra Amish bread for me! I have to go. The timer is beeping, and the kitchen smells sooo... good.

We know that all things work together for good for those who love God, who are called according to his purpose. Romans 8:28

AMEN!!!  (lol)
Love, Linda