Today is another donut day. We have been making donuts at church for years and years in order to raise funds for different projects. This time it is for the Mission Trip to California in June.
It reminds me of our old donut days in California long before my husband went to seminary. If I am honest, I can confess that those were not my happiest days in life. I grew to hate that donut shop and making donuts. Unfortunately, I also confess that I had a lot of pity parties in the back of the shop when I felt so sorry for myself.
But if there is nothing else to speak to me about God’s plans for our lives, donuts are the one thing that speaks loud and clear. I can see God’s hand at work clearly.
When we got to Alaska and found ourselves in need of raising funds for church projects and school projects, my husband went to Anchorage to a used restaurant supply company and lo and behold he found a donut fryer and donut hopper. He brought them home and we have been making donuts ever since.
The only problem I have faced now that he is in heaven and my son has moved is that I have trouble convincing some of my helpers that what I say they should do is absolutely correct. I need the power of a male authority to make my words go over.
At any rate, the donuts came out well and we sold more than ever–136 dozen–. Of course it took longer and that surprised a lot of people, but once I saw the final total I knew it would take a long time.
After 12 hours of standing in one place icing and glazing donuts, I was happy to go home and take a shower. I smelled like a huge donut.
Most of all I am thankful for the opportunity to see God’s hand at work in our lives and the blessing of that moving in my life.
Father, thank you for blessing me in this wonderful way. Amen.