Confession Wednesday

It’s Wednesday, so you know what that means… time for my weekly confession! 🙃 And trust me, this one’s a doozy. Since we’re talking about prayer this week, I thought I’d start by confessing that many of my spiritual revelations came not while I was deep in prayer at church or doing something saintly—but while I was in my kitchen at 5 AM, elbow-deep in cookie dough. Yep, you read that right. 🍪

So, pull up a chair, grab a cup of coffee, and let me tell you about the time I had a minor crisis over cookies—and how God showed up right there in the middle of it all.

Let me set the scene: it’s 5 AM, the golden hour for moms of small children. You know the drill—if you want to bake cookies, fold laundry, or simply stare into space while you drink your morning coffee, without being pelted with requests for snacks or refereeing sibling skirmishes, this is your time. The house is still, the sun is barely waking up, and I’m rolling out cookie dough on my kitchen counter, feeling like a quiet domestic queen. 👑

As the dough took shape, I couldn’t help but think, “Is this it? Is this really what I’m contributing to serving God? COOKIES?” Yes, granted they’re delicious, soft, yummy with extra chocolate, but still, something inside me stirred. Shouldn’t I be doing more?  Surely, God wants me to be doing something more. Surely, He has bigger plans for me other than making treats that will be devoured in seconds by two tiny humans who may or may not say “thank you” (spoiler: they won’t).

The more I thought about it, the more I spiraled. I could feel that guilt of "Not Enough" creeping up like flour dust in the air. I mean, here I am, God’s beloved child, set apart for something —and what am I doing? Baking. Cookies. “Shouldn't I be feeding orphans, starting a non-profit, solving world hunger while I wait for the oven to preheat?”

But then, just as I was about to go full steam ahead into a personal spiritual crisis over this batch of dough, I felt it. That still, small voice—the one you almost miss if you’re not paying attention—whispered gently, “Have I ever said this wasn’t enough?”

Oh. Well… good point. I paused, mid-roll, flour on my hands, my brain still racing with anxiety. “No, Lord. You haven’t said that… but I just feel like I should be doing more.”

And then, in that quiet moment, as I stood there in my kitchen in my pajamas (which had definitely seen better days), I felt something new—peace. God didn’t need me to run a marathon for Him. He didn’t need me to fix every problem or solve every crisis before 7 AM. He was with me. In that moment. Right there with my rolling pin, cookie dough, and over-caffeinated brain.  And more importantly, He “saw” me. He reminded me that I am set apart for His purposes, and that includes even the small stuff—like baking cookies.

Here’s the thing: we don’t always realize that sometimes the seemingly mundane parts of life are still holy moments. It’s not about the size of what we’re doing; it’s about - who we’re doing it with and - for. I am Holy unto the Lord, whether I’m preaching to the masses (which is terrifying, by the way just thinking about it) or making cookies that will be eaten before the tray even cools.

So, if you’ve ever felt that tug, like what you’re doing doesn’t measure up, hear me out: it does. Whether you’re baking, wiping noses, or just trying to keep your plants alive (again, debatable in my house), it’s enough. Sometimes, the most sacred work happens in the smallest, most ordinary moments—flour on your face, dough under your nails, and you in your pajamas.

And yes, the cookies turned out great, in case you were wondering. 🍪✨

Lord, 

Thank You for meeting us in the quiet, everyday moments—the ones where we might think we’re doing “too little” or "not enough". Remind us that “You see us” in the small tasks, and that nothing we do with love and purpose is insignificant. Help us to let go of the pressure to be more, do more, and achieve more, and instead rest in the knowledge that You have set us apart for Your purposes, even in the simple things.

Whether we’re baking cookies, folding laundry, or just making it through the day, may we find peace in knowing that “You are with us”, guiding our hands and our hearts. Let us trust that even the smallest acts of service are holy when done in Jesus’ Name

Amen💛🍪✨