Broken bowls and Half-eaten cornbread

Yesterday I was rushing around with my to do list  organized in my head.  I was entertaining my little one and preparing to take him to his 9 month check-up;  I  had an appointment with a neighbor to get some "feed the fish" instructions as she was preparing to travel out of town; and I was making cornbread so that I could take some food to a sweet friend on my way to the Doctor's office.  All of this of course had to be worked in around  baby feeding and naps and baths and such.  Certainly a manageable list, but I was becoming more and more harried as my "must depart by this time"  was quickly approaching. (Type A-just a little)

The first batch of cornbread was finished,  Nicely and warmly wrapped in foil and sitting on the very back of my kitchen counter.  The second batch was almost done. (is batch the right word?)   I turned the oven off,  bundled up the baby before he could fall asleep, and headed to my neighbors for the instructions.  I knew that even if the bread in the oven got just a little crispy, it would be ok.  This was the batch I was keeping for my hubby and myself and there were only 9 minutes left on the timer.

I returned home less than 15 minutes later to find my dog looking for a way to escape and a nicely wrapped foil full of cornbread ripped open and half eaten.  My favorite batter bowl was also lying shattered in the floor!!  I was stunned.  My bowl!!  I let out a long drawn out whiney cry (you know the ones?) "Wriiggggleeeeeyyy" along with a big sigh. Wrigley just dropped his head.   I wanted  to just sit down in the floor.   Broken bowls and half eaten cornbread........ever feel like that?  ever just have one of those days?  I know I've had worse than this but  Now I would need to give my friend the less than perfect:) cornbread from the oven  and hope that one day I  could replace my batter bowl with another art festival find.  

 While cleaning the mess I considered my daily bible reading.  Luke 12 has a lot of good stuff in it!!!   There is the part about not being anxious, and the part about how we are not about our possessions.  And how God even provides for the sparrow etc etc. LOTS and   LOTS of good stuff!!   My favorite batter bowl does not really mean that much in eternity and the stuff that does matter doesn't ever shatter.  I truly hope on some other day, when I feel a bit broken or half eaten, that I will remember that big bowl of God's good unbreakable stuff  he has waiting for us.  It's way more filling than cornbread!!

As an added note.  I made hubby some biscuits instead, lest anyone was thinking he suffered.:)