Breakfast menu for today... french toast. This was an experiment really, as I have never attempted to make french toast before. I accessed the archives of my childhood memory banks and recalled my Mom making this for me and my brothers long ago. In my mind I pressed play on the recorded video and watched as she moved about the kitchen, from the refrigerator to the counter. I could see her as she reached for her electric griddle (the plug of which was always in a different kitchen drawer). The bread box was rather large due to having four active and growing boys... bread was a good filler for what must have seemed like four always hungry sons. From this video in my brain I put together the makings of french toast.
Once finished with the experiment (I mean... breakfast) I called to my oldest (and the only one besides myself that was awake) to take part in the inaugural serving. I watched as he ate... waiting anxiously for his verdict of what I had so proudly placed before him. I watched as he took big bites (I'm always telling him to take small bites, rather than simulating a squirrel trying to fit in one more nut). But I didn't make the complaint this morning. Instead I made the assumption that my creation must have been pretty good as he shovel it in. Feeling confidently successful I shared my observation with him, "Must be pretty good, huh?... I mean the way you're eating it up with such big bites!" He responded, "Yeah..." with a brief pause as he chewed. "Or it could be that I just want to get it over with." Smartaleck kid!
My devotional this morning had nothing to do with french toast. But rather it dealt with the certainty that this life will end, yet an eternity awaits us. With this fact comes the sobering thought of having to stand before God to give an account for my life. Although I have messed up plenty in my life, this is not a fearful thought as I stand justified by the blood of Jesus Christ. My devotional ended with this statement, "Only those who have placed their faith in Christ are prepared to meet their Maker." Focusing on this stark reality makes me realize though, just how much my life matters. Not for my selfish desires... but rather how I am to make my life a benefit for others by loving and serving.
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