Some people bake muffins

Last night I helped a friend by baking muffins for her. She is doing something for our school and had to bake them, but she was pressed for time. I put on a movie for background noise and baked them myself. Helping my friend was wonderful, and while I was doing it, I thought about all of the interesting quirks of being Courtney. I like to bake, I bake brownies and muffins often to give them away, but I've noticed that doing so relieves a certain measure of stress. Some people have cathartic cries, or the like. I bake muffins.
In law school I haven't had much time to do anything like that, so being able to take the time to take some weight off my friend's shoulders was a blast, and it was very nice to take the time to do something I enjoyed anyway in the process.

In the midst of endless muffins, I was reminded of one of God's incredible character traits: His abundance. I followed the instructions on each box and mixed the batter accordingly before quickly placing a liner in each muffin cup and spooning portions as evenly as I could. As I did so, I prayed for miracles in my heart, miracles requiring healing, miracles requiring favor, miracles requiring a manifestation of God's true and unchanging character.
I spooned batter, and petitioned for better, not because I was discontent, but because I knew He could do it, and I wanted to see it done.
As I kept scooping batter, I realized something interesting was happening...I wasn't running out. Now, seriously people, don't think I'm going nuts here, I have evidence of what I'm about to say. :)
Somehow, as I worked, my muffins seemed to multiply. I ended up with about two dozen extra muffins. The boxes said each one made 12 muffins, but some actually yielded 2 dozen, and I am not a stingy muffin maker...I'm not talking mini muffins.
As I removed each pan of hot muffins from the oven, I quickly put them in a huge roaster pan, one that would probably hold a 35 pound turkey.
I kept layering the pan, putting the muffins in as they finished and quickly finding myself running short on room. I used every inch of available space in that pan, deep and wide, and I wish I had thought to take a picture of the literal OVERFLOW occurring. I barely had enough room to conceal the bounty beneath foil when I finished. God is this way. His bounty is of such epic proportion that it cannot be concealed, it just flows relentlessly upon His people.

My prayer for this week, as we are blessed with a break, is that we would find more time to see God for who He is and that we would be blessed in it. Some people see the abundant provision of God in the parting of a sea, or the burning of a bush, or the shutting up of lion's mouths, or the slaying of a giant. Some people, like time pressured law students, need only bake muffins.

Ephesians 3:18-20
May you never be empty, or even close,
Courtney