I love cake …

No.

I. Love. Cake.

Cake AND frosting!

Ask my sister!

In my devo time the other day, (from Jesus Calling by Sarah Young — thank you, sister!) I read “I will get you safely through this day and all your days. But you can find Me only in the present. Each day is a precious gift from My Father. How ridiculous to grasp for future gifts when today's is set before you!”

Back to the cake.

When I know a birthday or wedding (anyone's) is coming up, I dream of the cake. My favorite is white cake with white buttercream frosting. I know, it might sound boring to you chocolate freaks out there, but this is my blog. ;^D

The day arrives, or rather, the cake arrives and I hover, I savor, I ask (politely) what kind it is. I even wait my turn, unless it's my birthday!

The first bite is wonnnnderful. I lick the fork of all frosting.

Then the second bite: I carefully measure with the fork and cut, hoping to make it last. Mmmmmm. Repeat the licking fork procedure.

You get the picture.

If it's my birthday, I jealously share the cake with my family. Then rush the rest home.

Each day, I ration it out — to me. I don't have to share now. Gotta make it last.

But when I get to the last few pieces, the frosting has hardened. The cake dried out. Or worse, become tangy, rancid, sour.

Now back to the devo. Why do I worry about saving the cake? Do I think that my Father in heaven will not provide another birthday? Another cake? Mercy no!

Why am I worried about tomorrow (Matt. 6:34)? For tomorrow has worries of its own.

If I am worrying about tomorrow, I may miss today. Today's cake. Today's blessing. Today's provision. Today's answers. Today's miracles.

Today's Presence.

Ahhh. Another bite, er, moment.