I was asked to make biscotti.
It was my pleasure.
Until I got a late start.
And the corners got too dark.
And they crumbled as I turned them.
And I burned my fingers.
Angry tears stung my eyes.
Then I read a story.
About a mother.
A mother with a severely disabled baby.
She chose gratitude.
In the midst of overwhelming obstacles.
Life changing paths.
The knife sinks deeply.
Repentant tears slide down my floury face.
Who am I
To hate my day
Because of imperfect biscotti?
Shall I offer perfect biscotti?
Biscotti that has heard impatience to children
immature words and
tantrums in the heart thrown (throne)?
Or imperfect biscotti?
Biscotti that has heard worship from my soul
love from my hands
and kindness from my mouth?
O faithless heart
that cries over broken cookies
and spilled milk.
When will you learn
from the courage of others
that life isn’t about what you make of it,
but what it makes of you.
35 thoughts on “Broken Biscotti/Broken Heart”
Nothing like a severely-depressing real-life story to make minor annoyances sources of terrible guilt.
I know it jerked the slack out of me!! 🙂
Imperfect biscotti show love, individuality, and the spirit of the baker.
Broken biscotti are what make life worth living.
May all your biscotti be broken!
Actually I use my overly broken biscotti as ice cream toppers….it’s pretty good!
Lovely thoughts that all can relate to, JourneyGirl…..”Oh, faithless heart…..” is sadly a human condition that needs a continual cleansing. You seek and find “overlooked lessons in life” and “epiphany(s)” and in sharing them with us…we are all enriched. Just beautiful. Thank-you dear heart.
Thank you dearest of hearts.
Beautiful words: “life isn’t about what you make of it, but what it makes of you”. Thank you for the uplifting post. It reminded me that sometimes we’re all in the same boat. -Theresa
Maybe I should have said, but what you allow it to make out of you….but it kind of messed up the rhythm.
Actually, the “out of” in “what it makes out of you” isn’t necessary, and in older forms of English, “what it makes of you” is both more correct AND more widely accepted.
(See, Ma? That four years of college WASN’T a total waste! 😀 Don’t worry, Mom, I won’t tell her my major was CompSci.)
That works nicely! You are a very good English student. I’m sure your mom is proud!
Ooooooh I love this! Absolutely beautiful. Thank you!
Thanks CarrieAnne! Love your site as well…
sometimes big lessons are found in everyday things…if we just pay attention and learn…
That’s so true. One of my aims in life is to find unexpected lessons from everyday things.
Ah ha … another example of how life is simply a matter of perspective. Well done … and I hope all is well.
I think this is a universal poem, one that can be applied to many many people in different ways but still same message to all in the end. . You wrote the poetry well. ( It’s more like a lesson in writing to me)..Some will say they didn’t “get it” simply because they insist a poem must rhyme..they can’t pick up the flow of the writers silent voice..I on the other hand feel very guilty right now, and should. This is perfect.
Wow! Thanks Connetta! What a compliment…It was fun heading over to your blog and seeing your poetry after this statement. It meant even more when I saw how lovely you write!
All is well…and you and your site help me define my perspective all the time!!
Beautiful! Isn’t it neat how God shows us lessons through ANYTHING, even biscotti? 🙂
God wants to reveal extraordinary things in the every day ordinary things…We do need to keep our eyes and ears peeled.
I’ve been thinking about gratitude myself lately and even started a post yet to be finished. We have so much and we get caught on the mundane, don’t we? Beautifully written.
Thanks Gaby! There can never be too much written about gratitude…Hope to see your piece soon.
Wow! I want to memorize that last line and bring it to mind often.
You are such an encourager….and fast becoming one of my very best blogging buddies!!! Honestly, your blog is one of my very favorites!
That was absolutely beautiful and brillant!!! Thank you for sharing…
Thanks Robin! Can’t wait to check out your site again!!
Is this a picture of the broken biscotti? It sure looks delicious!!! 😉
It is a picture of the crumbly broken double chocolate biscotti. Maybe I should include a recipe???
I would love some of your broken biscotti! I live a broken biscotti life – trying so hard to make life sweet – and getting tangled in the little foxes that try to steal my joy – and replace it with harshness. Your post so hit what I am struggling with right now – trying to live joy in the brokenness! You so blessed me – and encouraged me for tomorrow! Really!!!!
Dear BlueCottonMemory: I’m so glad I helped with your tomorrow, which is now a yesterday!! You are right, we must be full of joy in the midst of brokenness…
Beautiful, beautiful slap!
I’m always good for a slap in the face…:D Anytime!
I so appreciate the reality check!
I’m honored every time you visit.
Read this again through the Saturday Evening Post Blog you gave us a link to. Glad you chose this one. It is so great!