The best things in life

I love baking. I also love eating what I bake, which can be dangerous, and which is why I don't bake all that often. I love excuses to bake for others (like our after-church social times), and since it was my turn to bring treats this week, I decided to make cinnamon rolls.

And it made me realize: is there much better in life than home-made dough coated in butter, sugar and cinnamon?



Here, let's lean in for a closer look:



And then after it's rolled up:




And cut into pieces:



It's baked and drizzled with more sugar. I mean, talk about blessing upon blessing.




I love to bake because it is therapeutic and rewarding: hard work that turns into glorious aromas spilling out of the oven and filling my house. Not all hard work reaps such immediate, tangible results. And in that sense, baking helps remind me of God's promise to bless all hard work that is done to His glory. Even if my work doesn't immediately show results like warm, doughy cinnamon rolls, I can rest in the fact that those blessings will come. Praise God from whom all blessings flow!