The photo above is the cake I made this weekend for my sister in laws shower. It is fun making cakes, when they turn out! I am sure I just convince myself it's going to go badly, and then it does. I am working on having a better attitude while making cakes; for instance when I had to make another set of frosting (long story, the next batch was a different color) I kept saying "please Lord, please Lord, please Lord" over and over to help me get through the rest of the frosting. It kept slipping down- the frosting was too soft. That is just not my gift, but hopefully with practice it will get better. (Below is what happened when I chose to spray it with an edible frosting spray. I bawled the night before because it wasn't how I had envisioned it. Silly huh)
Today we are prepping for Peter to leave on his fishing trip (baking, packing, cleaning, etc) and then I'm sure tomorrow will be a sad day for me, for sure. Lately I have felt this cloud of discouragement come over me-- all week. I don't know why exactly but I feel Satan is trying to discourage me somehow. Last night I begged God to give me words of encouragement, and this is what he gave me: "The Lord is close to the brokenhearted, and saves those who are crushed in spirit". I truly felt Satan attempting to crush my spirit in every way... whether it was my physical appearance, my capabilities of being a mother, wife, etc.. so last night I fell asleep repeating those versus. What a great god.