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What God Would Whisper to You Under the Table

We’re learning about “Cuh Cuh cookies” and “Cuh Cuh carving” with the consonant C today, my six year old and I. Reviewing some kindergarten phonics rules, we huddle at the end of the map-topped cherry-wood table, him laboriously tracing C’s and D’s with pencil in stubby fingers, and me sipping coffee and cheering him on.

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After our jumping alphabet memorization game, Daniel races to fetch his Piglet and Pooh Bear pillow and we crawl under the dining room table. Lying on our backs with our toes outstretched, he giggles about us reading a book in our wolf “duh duh den.” I hold the tall picture book high, blood racing to my shoulders as the book wavers in my hands and I choke up over gruff characters’ hearts changing with continued exposure to gentle, compassionate God-loving women and children. Daniel listens and scans the beautifully-illustrated pages, seeing the woodcarver’s calloused hands dolloping off unnecessary corners here and smoothing out rough edges there.

Later I pull a tall wooden chair over to our counter stacked with dirty dishes, clearing elbow room and sliding out the white ceramic mixer. Consulting a scuffed and mottled recipe, I collect baking soda, salt, and vanilla, while Daniel races excitedly to retrieve the softened butter.

“Want to get the eggs?” I ask, trying not to wince as he carries them triumphantly across the kitchen. He selects an egg, taps it expertly on the side of the metal bowl, and pours wet yolk and white into the mix.

We measure sugars, flour, and soda, before pouring in chocolate chips. The mixer whirrs and spins. Daniel backs away in safe caution, hands in the air. Clacking the mixer settings to off, I hoist up the metal arm, and give him a chunk of sweet dough. “Want a bite?” He grins, eyes wide in delight, and we smack sweet cookie dough on the roofs of our mouths.

Family members slip upstairs, sniffing the air as cookies bake and leaning in conspiratorially towards the cookie batter, before disappearing again with a bite-full.

I have been reading in the Bible section of Ephesians the last few weeks, and the character of God oozes through. Despite the author Paul’s long winding sentences that make me stop, repeat aloud key phrases, and wrestle through to deeper comprehension, the attractive beauty of who this God is amazes me. The Creator and World Builder describes his actions towards the people of earth with words like “he chose us” and “in love,”with his pleasure and will.” The World-Maker reveals his heart for us in verbs like “lavished on us,“made known to us” and describes his actions as in “his good pleasure.” God calls himself “father” and speaks of “adoption” and sons and daughters in a family.

Chocolate chip cookies still balance on a warped metal cookie sheet atop my dusty white toaster now. We grab them as we walk past, admitting that we are well beyond the three or four-cookie count. 

Sprinkled throughout my memories this evening of snuggling with my six year old to read a picture book under the dining room table and the cookies we lavished in extravagant amounts to our family of five, is an image that forms of our World-Builder. This God who says, It is my pleasure and joy to adopt you, to lavish my love and grace on you, and to call you my own.

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8 Comments

  1. Bill (cycleguy) on January 16, 2015 at 2:49 am

    All I gotta say is if you made those cookies I would have to GPS you and find a way there. 🙂 I love anything chocolate. Just don't use coconut or cinnamon. Glad you have special memories building.

  2. Floyd on January 16, 2015 at 2:18 pm

    My heart is always warmed as you give us a peek inside your life and soul. Blessed you are, in love and wisdom.

    Oh, and yeah, my mouth is usually left watering too…

  3. Lisa notes... on January 16, 2015 at 6:30 pm

    Oh, how this brings back memories!
    "We're learning about "Cuh Cuh cookies" and "Cuh Cuh carving"

    I love the word "lavish" in Ephesians. It conjures up all kinds of wonderful things (and I can smell the cookies now too!). What a great mom you are, Jennifer, to lavish love on your family as God lavishes his love on you. Keep it up.

  4. Jayne on January 21, 2015 at 7:36 pm

    I can smell the cookies from here! Like the chocolate, my heart melts at God's love for us! I have to admit, I'm glad someone else finds Paul's sentences long. I have to be really careful when I read his writings. What treasures to be found when I am!

  5. Jennifer Dougan on January 23, 2015 at 12:55 am

    Hi Bill,

    I agree: cinnamon does not sound right in a chocolate chip cookie. 🙂

    Have a great week,
    Jennifer Dougan
    jenniferdougan.com

  6. Jennifer Dougan on January 23, 2015 at 12:58 am

    Thank you, Floyd. It's always fun for everyone in these blog settings to open up their lives a bit in these posts, huh? It's what shows our commonality.

    Have a great week,
    Jennifer Dougan
    jenniferdougan.com

  7. Jennifer Dougan on January 23, 2015 at 1:13 am

    Lisa Notes,

    Grinning with you over phonics moments with our kids. 🙂

    "Lavish" — yes, what a generous term God uses to describe himself, huh?!

    Jennifer Dougan
    jenniferdougan.com

  8. Jennifer Dougan on January 23, 2015 at 1:14 am

    Jayne,

    They were delicious and we scarfed them up entirely too fast, probably, but it was delightful.

    His sentences are long, aren't they? 🙂

    Thanks for stopping in,
    Jennifer Dougan
    jenniferdougan.com

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