If I had an iphone

I would probably put up an INSTAGRAM of my sad failed cookies to go along with this post. But I dont have an iphone so… just imagine some sad, formless blobs on a cookie sheet. 

It was my first attempt at baking without a recipe. I foolishly got so pridefully confident in my own ability, that I threw out the wise counsel of allrecipes.com and went ahead on my own wisdom. “How hard could it be?” I thought, “I’ve baked enough times to know how to do it without a recipe.” The disastrous outcome humbled me. It was an amusing reminder that God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble. It doesn’t matter how good my discipleship is, how well my small group went, how on fire our prayer meetings are, if I don’t check my pride, the cookies will crumble. (kekeke) 

But God is also the redeemer and works all things for the good of those who love Him. When I came home, most of the sad formless blobs were gone because my eager roommates who love eating me apparently thought they were still good and ate them regardless of the unsightly presentation. Thank you Abba, that I can always be a child even as I’m growing up :)