AFTERWARDS

Altho' I was terribly happy with the birthday fellowship last week, I remember it being a little intimidating the next day when it was time to give Kinya a cake from me. After all, the ones he'd seen at the fellowship were made by professionals--this one was by me!

And this year, I'd hurt my back so had been unable to get out shopping to get the proper supplies. All I could do was whip together the butter and honey to make icing, mix in some instant cafe au lait powder for coloring-flavor-aroma, brush on the frosting atop the Danish Kinya brought home (for me!), and add a Birthday portrait sketched from a photo taken on a walk.

Not real pretty, but it'd do. Singing "Happy Birthday," I showed Keima then took the cake to Kinya. "It may not taste too good," I said, "but would he take a bite?" A bite? It made me happy to see half of it disappeared right away.

Mebbe we don't impress anyone else spiritually either but should just make ourselves available to our Heavenly Father. We'd probably be happy to see His response.