Since our son was born, our date nights have become shamefully irregular. The other day, my husband mentioned he had procured a babysitter for Wednesday evening. I had visions of a movie and ice cream until he explained that he wanted us to volunteer together at the local women's shelter. I have to be honest, ladies. I was wishing for the theatre and dessert outing I'd pictured.
Nonetheless, we headed to the shelter last night, me with my less-than-positive attitude. But from the moment we arrived, and the director gave us a tour of the place, I got really excited. It is a place of hope and transformation. The director gave us some little odd jobs, and then asked if I would be willing to bake some cookies. Opening the refrigerators, she pointed to two huge 20-gallon buckets of dough. The center is having an open house tonight, and they wanted to serve fresh-baked cookies.
I got to work right away, and the time just flew by. While the cookies were in the oven, I chatted with other volunteers and put my amateur organizing skills to work. One small drawer held over 40 baking tools (multiple whisks, spatulas, etc.), so I was able to implement a more user-friendly solution.
Although I made dozens and dozens of cookies, I had only made a dent after two hours. I was determined to finish my baking assignment--so when it was time for us to leave, I scooped all that remaining dough into containers and lugged it home.
My oven will be in full force today, as I bake more cookies--with joy all day long, I hope. I am thankful my husband would consider volunteering to be a worthy date night activity. And I'm thankful God uses us, even with less-than-stellar attitudes.
"Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men." Colossians 3:23
"God loves a cheerful giver." 2 Corinthians 9:7b