So... Donuts..My sisters and I, have another sister, Donuts. Mindona. For as long as I can remember they have called her donuts. Today she married her best friend. I am so happy for her! As I sit at the wedding reception music playing, people dancing and laughing, I think of a bride and groom uniting in marriage. There will come a day when the Christian church believes that Christ will return for His bride. So before I lose some of you here...I have been thinking about me, WHO I AM. WHAT I AM DOING HERE. For most of you know I have been baking. My kitchen, my sanctuary. My kitchen-aid, the constant hum, is the prayers deep within me. The smells, incense floating above, raising my thoughts, prayers, hopes and dreams. I love my kitchen, I love creating and making wondrous food for my family and friends. I love to see the smiles on faces and the joy they receive from what I am creating with my hands. Before my diagnosis, I prayed, "God, bless my hands. Bless everything that I create. Let it come from you and give you glory." and it is. I know it is. So lately I doubt who I am. what I am doing. Is being a mother, a wife enough? Is it enough to be a best friend and sister? Is it enough to listen? YES. IT IS. Because it is when I listen, then I can pray. I want to be there for my friends and family. I want to be there and listen. I want to be home when my kids get out of school. I want my husband to share with me dreams, hopes and plans. But first I need to listen. So I tell all of you, I am here. Like a bridesmaid, bride, I am here, ready to listen, ready to be there for YOU. Love you, love me, love you, love me.
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