Pancakes for Mom and DadBrandon got up earlier than usual. It was Saturday morning, and Mom and Dad were still asleep. Today was going to be special. Today he was going to surprise them with breakfast. He crept quietly into the kitchen to begin making pancakes.
Making Surprise Pancakes
Five year old Brandon decided one Saturday morning to fix his parents pancakes.
He found a big bowl and spoon, pulled a chair to the counter, opened the cupboard and pulled out the heavy flour canister, spilling it on the floor.
He scooped some of the flour into the bowl with his hands, mixed in most of a cup of milk and added some sugar, leaving a floury trail on the floor which by now had a few tracks left by his kitten.
Brandon was covered with flour and getting frustrated. He wanted this to be something very good for Mom and Dad, but it was getting very bad.
He didn’t know what to do next, whether to put it all into the oven or on the stove, (and he didn’t know how the stove worked!).
Suddenly he saw his kitten licking from the bowl of mix and reached to push her away, knocking the egg carton to the floor.
Frantically he tried to clean up this monumental mess but slipped on the eggs, getting his pajamas white and sticky.
And just then he saw Mom standing at the door.
Big crocodile tears welled up in Brandon’s eyes. All he’d wanted to do was something good, but he’d made a terrible mess.
He was sure a scolding was coming, maybe even a spanking. But his mother just watched him.
Then, walking through the mess, she picked up her crying son, hugged him and loved him, getting her own pajamas white and sticky in the process.
Maybe that’s how God deals with us. We try to do something good in life, but it turns into a mess.
Our marriage gets all sticky or we insult a friend or we can’t stand our job or our health goes sour. Sometimes we just stand there in tears because we can’t think of anything else to do.
That’s when God picks us up and loves us and forgives us, even though some of our mess gets all over Him. But just because we might mess up, we can’t stop trying to “make pancakes,” for God or for others.