The Second Sunday of Advent

What do you fear? When we’re running out of hope, God is at work

God in the Kitchen

I called home my first semester of college. I told my mom I was fine,

but I was homesick. She must have heard the truth in my voice.

The ache ate at me. It was a long, slow song, a million tiny ants

slurping the juice from a peach. I was tender and bruised,

in the doldrums of it all. But she could hear all of that. So three states away,

she preheated the oven. Three states away,

she tossed blueberries in a thin layer of flour. Three states away,

she dusted a layer of streusel over the soft peaks

of a dozen warm muffins. And three days later,

I unboxed a package from home—

a dozen blueberry muffins, a love letter with my name on it,

a reminder that I was not alone.

If you’re running out of hope, count to three.

God is in the kitchen. She’s just waiting for yeast to rise.

Prayer by Rev. Sarah A.  Speed | A Sanctified Art LLC | sanctifiedart.org