“How much brown sugar, Mom?” he asks.
“One cup,” I say.
He roots and rattles through the baking drawer while I fish egg shells from the batter in Mamo’s mixing bowl.
“Got it,” he says. He spoons brown sugar from the canister and pats it solid with ever-growing hands.
“White sugar?” asks.
We work side-by-side. All my boys have enjoyed being in the kitchen with me, but today I’m tender inside. Isaiah is the youngest son. These opportunities are treasure.
Later we sit at the dining room table. He sweet scent of oatmeal-chocolate-chip has drawn a couple more boys. Sam has joined us. Grant, too.
Isaiah takes a bite of cookie and grins.
“Well,” I ask. "What do you think?”
Isaiah swallows and sips from his Scooby-Doo mug. When he looks up, he wears a milk mustache.
“I think," he says. "That we make a great team."
I nod and place a cookie on my own plate. I agree. He and I do make a great team. And while I’m still soul-smiling, I remember something I’d read earlier in the day.
When we are born again, the Holy Spirit begins to work His new creation in us, and there will come a time when there is not a bit of the old order left, the old solemnity goes, the old attitude to things goes, and "all things are of God." - Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest
As a believer in Christ, as one soul-saved by His gift of grace, I’m filled with the Holy Spirit. I’m tender to the center to think of it. God’s holiness in me! That He would take residence in my human heart! Cleansing me. Transforming me. Empowering me. Giving me new life. And because of His Presence, I can share His love in gentle boldness. I can do the work He's prepared in advance for me to do. I can work through tough circumstances and see hope in dark places. I can push worry to the wayside and choose to walk a path of peace, leaning hard into Him and trading insecurities for trust. I can grow, stretch, change.
My focus can shift from the temporal to the eternal, and I can learn to walk in resurrection joy.
Oh, the sweet glory in a life transformed!
The boys talk and dishes clank and clatter and soon the plate of cookies is a thing of the past. Isaiah has a servant’s soul, and he helps me gather plates and clean crumbs.
And when we run water from the tap and roll up our sleeves, I’m washed over with love.
There's deep and everlasting beauty in being part of the Lord's team.