A Cake, a Smudge, and My Heart
Something happened this week that I want to share, because God used it to show me something.
I was icing a cake to celebrate my husband’s PhD. I’d been on my feet for hours. The house still had to be cleaned for today’s prayer meeting, and the list of jobs felt endless. I didn’t have a box for the cake, so I asked him to help me with it. While he was helping, his hand touched the icing.
And I lost it. I got really angry and shouted at him, over a cake that was meant to celebrate him.
Afterwards I felt awful. Then I read a devotional by Paul Tripp on Genesis 3, and it described me exactly:
I spoke as if I were in charge. In that moment it was all about my plan, my effort, my perfect cake. I wasn’t speaking as someone under God’s authority.
I believed a lie. I was completely sure I had a right to be angry. The truth is the tiredness and the pressure were already in me. His hand just touched the icing and they came out.
I blamed. Like Adam pointing at Eve, I made it his fault, when the real problem was my own heart.
What stayed with me most: our war of words isn’t with other people. It’s a battle in our own hearts. The smudge didn’t make me angry. It showed what was already there.
The good news is that God’s grace is enough for me, and His power is made perfect in my weakness (2 Cor 12:9). I’ve confessed it to God and to my husband, and I’m grateful that in Christ there’s forgiveness and a fresh start.
So this is my prayer: Lord, guard my words, especially when I’m tired and stretched.
Maybe some of you have had a “cake moment” too 😊 Let’s pray for each other 💛
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