Pancakes in my house are a Saturday morning staple. The process of putting the flour, brown sugar, baking powder, eggs, and milk together is a joint effort. My son loves to mix it up and put the batter onto the grill, but most of all eat them!
There seems to always be enough pancakes for all! This has brought me joy as I consider life in whole. God has watched out over me at every turn, especially when I act like a turd. All pancakes are God's after all so I can share them and enjoy them with out the burden of wondering where they come from or if I will have enough. God is a good God after all.
