One Little Cupcake

When Buddy came home, almost a year ago, our group from church provided meals for us for several weeks.  It is just one way our group is just wonderful.  I think that God has given me amnesia about much of this time, because it was very, very rough for the first few weeks.  What I do remember was feeling loved by the outpouring of support we received, and how our friends cared for us with the meals. I will admit, I cannot remember most of what was brought, this was not because it was not appreciated.  It was, more than I think most people will understand, it is just that we were extremely sleep deprived, and just barely making it through each day.

I want to tell you about one glorious, delicious item that was delivered.  Cupcakes.  Not just any old cupcakes either - homemade, beautifully decorated red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting.  These, my friends, just happen to be my very favorite food in all of the land.

Why were these so special?  Because in the midst of total chaos in our lives, a dear, sweet friend remembered a conversation that had taken place several months (if not years) prior when I had mentioned that this little confection was my very favorite in all the world.  This dear friends tucked that little bit of information about me away, to be used later on. 

Because these little treats were made just for me.  To make me feel special, to feel loved and not forgotten in all the craziness that was our lives those weeks. 

You see, this friend is a mother of four and knows just what it is like to bring your first child home.  How scary it is, and how lost you can feel.  Just thinking of those cupcakes brings tear to my eyes.  Not just because of how enchantingly delicious they were, but because they remind me that I am loved. 

I wish I had thought to take a picture of these treats, but alas I did not.  When I think of them I am reminded that the littlest act of kindness on my part can totally change someone forever. That taking the time to learn little details like this can make some one's day - year even. 

It quite simply reminds me that as insignificant as I feel sometimes I am a part of a greater whole, the Body of Christ.  That by serving my brother or sister in Christ I am also serving Him, giving Him the Glory and praise.

All by baking cupcakes.