No matter how hard I try, my 8 year old son Timothy is a far better baker than I. My friends could tell you, nothing I bake is edible because it always tastes like baking soda... even when I don't put baking soda in the recipe...
A few weeks ago, when Timothy was wrist-deep in cookie dough, I pressed him for advice.

"Not quite," I hedged, recalling the many liberties I take with cook-books. Watching him roll bits of dough painstakingly between his hands, I explained that I usually plopped the dough haphazardly on the cookie sheet with a spoon. "it's faster and easier that way."
Just then, a loud buzz from the timer interrupted his lecture. He opened the oven and stuck a toothpick into the top of a cookie. "PERFECT," he announced.

"AHHHHHH," he sighed, "worth waiting for!"
Thank you Lord for Timothy. You used him to remind me when I grow impatient, its the obedient who earn a place at your table! I'm astonished at how often you use our children to teach me your perfection.
Ok, reading this story... I am scared what my daughter is going to do better than I do. You are pretty humble for posting this my friend! way to go!
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