In God’s heavenly bakery, you’ll find fresh “bread.” He is the Bread of Life. John 6:35 declares, “And Jesus said unto them, I am the bread of life: he that cometh to me shall never hunger; and he shall never thirst.”
There must also be a huge mixing bowl in Heaven with all God’s blessings because He said He would open the windows of Heaven and pour us out a blessing we could not contain (Malachi 3:10). I like to imagine it’s a mixing bowl with a pour spout. His blessings are much better than chocolate (and I don’t say that lightly).
You can look in every drawer, every cabinet, in His spotlessly clean, deliciously smelling bakery, and find many glorious things, but you won’t find a cookie cutter.
He’s our Creator. And He creates no two of us exactly alike. (Not even the twins, triplets, quadruplets, or more up close to one another in the same womb are exactly alike.) The Bible says we are uniquely designed:
Isaiah 43:1: “But now thus saith the Lord that created thee, O Jacob, and he that formed thee, O Israel, fear not: for I have redeemed thee, I have called thee by thy name; thou art mine.”
He has formed us. His hands shaped us individually and uniquely.
Psalm 139:14: “I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvelous are thy works; and that my soul knows right well.” He made us with reverence (fearfully), and we’re set apart (wonderfully made).
So we should not look at the cookie next to us and wonder, Why can’t I be just like her? Why isn’t she just like me? Comparing ourselves with others is not good. It’s not God’s way.
II Corinthians 10:12: “For we dare not make ourselves of the number, or compare ourselves with some that commend themselves: but they measuring themselves by themselves, and comparing themselves among themselves, are not wise.”
We’re more like a “dirtball” What is a dirtball? I’m glad you asked! A dirtball is our family’s name for the better-known Haystack (no-bake) cookie. You know the one. The cookie with the delicious combination of oats, milk, cocoa, sugar, butter, vanilla, and peanut butter is cooked on the stove and spooned out onto wax paper to cool and set up. I really do try to make them as uniformly as possible, but there are never two exactly alike. They end up in different shapes and sizes. There is no one anywhere in this country, or the world, for that matter, who can convince me that one dirtball in that batch is better or worse than the one beside it. At our house, they barely have time to cool, and we’re peeling them off the wax paper and, well, you get it.
We are all a part of God’s kingdom. We’ve been born again of water and Spirit; we’re new creatures living according to His Word. We’re in one big pot, but when we are spooned out and placed where we’re supposed to be in His kingdom, we are each designed to be unique and individual. And we can assuredly say, “No cookie cutter made me!”
I love this one too! Uniquely His, all of us formed by His hand. We’re so blessed!