O taste and see that the LORD is good; How blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him! Psalm 34:8
When I was a kid, I spent a great deal of time in the kitchen with my grandmother. I remember those days better than yesterday. Grandmama had a special toile plate she used only for fudge-making. You'd better believe I scraped that thing clean. Freshly baked
Parker House rolls made the whole kitchen smell like buttery goodness. I watched her cook up a squirrel or two, strain berries through a pillowcase for jelly, and cook a fish in a seasoned iron skillet. Grandmama had a turquoise and copper colored cake plate which was used to store the morning's leftovers. I mean, there is no snack on the grocery store shelf that could compare to loading up a cold biscuit with sugar or peanut butter.
Round and round. Her lightly floured hands moved round and round the bowl of flour, shortening, and buttermilk. She'd mix the ingredients with her tiny fingers then pull off a little piece, roll it into a ball, pat it, then place it gently in the greased and floured pan. I can still see it in my mind's eye, that little round black pan full of biscuits; and if I begged, she'd make me a special biscuit; a biscuit much smaller than the others we'd call a baby biscuit. Sometimes while biscuit making, Grandmama used to take a little pinch of flour and put it in her cheek and suck on it like she was dipping snuff. I followed her lead. I remember one particular day when the flour was tasting especially good, I took a fist full and loaded my mouth. It went up my nose and down my throat and I thought I might choke to death before I could get it out. I ran to the bathroom and tried to wash it out of my mouth. Do you know what happens to flour when you add water? That's right, GLUE!! I thought I would die before I got that mess out of my mouth. You can bet I never "dipped" flour again!!
There was something else we'd experience in Grandmama's kitchen. She used to make cakes from scratch. Yellow cake with homemade fudge icing. Caramel cake. Black walnut. Grandmama taught me how to bake. She warned me about the dangers of getting a finger stuck in the electric beaters and how a friend had lost a finger that way. Those beaters. They were always coated in the good stuff. After I scraped the bowl, the best stuff was left on those beaters. It wasn't always easy to get my tongue wrapped around the metal prongs, nevertheless I always begged to lick the beaters.
When you first begin to study and get to know about God and His character, you are in essence emptying the bowl into the pan. Then heat is added to produce the fruit of the ingredients. Do you hear me? Heat is added. There's no cake without heat. Trusting Him on this level is like scraping the bowl. The bowl can't be scraped until it is first emptied into the pan. Finally, as your relationship with Him deepens and you grow in your faith by getting to know Him through spending time in His Word and in prayer, that's like licking the beaters. It's like wrapping your tongue around those beaters, you're getting wrapped up and bound together with Him. It's all good stuff, but that's the best stuff.
Oh taste and see that the Lord is good!
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