desserts in a desert

Yesterday sucked. I was in a bad mood all day. And to top it all off, I was sitting in my least favorite class with my least favorite teacher. I knew I still had a lot to do the rest of the day. I hadn’t been doing well emotionally and didn’t know how to even deal with what was happening. I was sitting in my seat, listening to the drone of my teacher when all of a sudden, everything that was happening swelled up in me and directed itself at one simple desire:

I want a cupcake.

And I’m not talking about a, “Man, a cupcake sounds good now.” I’m talking about needing a cupcake. As if every problem in my life would melt away with that sweet fluffy cupcake and creamy frosting. I could no longer even attempt to listen to my teacher. I wanted, no, needed a cupcake.

Class finally ended and I walked back to my room, images of a cupcake still burned into the back of my brain. I grabbed my piano bag, knowing that worship would get my mind off my craving. I walked through the music hallway when something caught the corner of my eye. I looked at the coffee table in the corner. Sitting there, like a mirage, was

A

Batch

Of

Cupcakes.

I stood there, speechless. I knew that any food sitting on that coffee table was for music majors. That’s me. I couldn’t move my feet. I stared at them for a good minute, then snuck over as if I was doing something wrong and cautiously picked up a cupcake. I held it gingerly as I walked down the hallway.

It was the best cupcake I had ever ingested.

Sometimes God doesn’t answer all our questions when we ask them. He doesn’t fix all our problems right away. He may not even lift our bad moods. But He hears us. He sees our desires.

And sometimes, all He will do is give us a cupcake.

And just a cupcake is ok for now.

In fact, it is delicious.