Six -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 Dad standing at the door. Big 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 father just watched him.
Then, walking through the mess, he picked up his crying son, hugged him and loved him, getting
his own pajamas white and sticky in the process.
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.
Author unknown
The More I Laugh, The More
I Think!
