life is a piece of cake...

 

A hermit from the monastery of Scete went to Abbot Theodore:

“I know precisely the objective of life. I know what God asks of man, and I know the best way of serving Him. Even so, I am incapable of doing everything I should in order to serve the Lord.”

Abbot Theodore remained silent for a time. Finally, he said:

“You know that there is a city on the far side of the ocean. But you haven’t yet found the ship, nor have you loaded your bags, nor crossed the sea. Why spend time commenting on what it is like, or how one should walk through its streets?”

 

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A little boy is telling his Grandma how “everything” is going wrong: school, family problems, and severe health problems in the family. Meanwhile, Grandma is baking a cake. She asks her grandson if he would like a snack, which of course he does.“Here, have some cooking oil,” she says. “Yuck” says the boy.

“Then how about a couple raw eggs?”

“Gross, Grandma!” he replies.

“Would you prefer some flour then? Or maybe some baking soda?” she asks.

“Grandma, those are all yucky!” he replied.

To which Grandma replies: “Yes, all those things seem to taste bad all by themselves. But when they are mixed together in the right amounts and the right manner, they make a delicious cake!”

 

Some times life tastes like the different ingredients of a cake. Then some times it tastes wonderful, like a day when all the ingredients are prepared just right and everything falls into place perfectly, tasting like  wonderfully prepared cake.

 

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an earlier zendictive post…

Nails in the fence

 

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have a quality day

 

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