I knew I wanted to participate in The Gypsy Mama's word for Five Minute Friday this week --- Remember, but I just didn't have any idea what to write about. I didn't think I was at a standstill due to my 31 days writing madness, but who knows.
The word remember seemed to be catching me offguard. Typically, I like to remember..it's a part of stories.
It helps to recall where I've been, what God has done, in times of blessing, and even in times that I've had to overcome challenges.
But I guess I just didn't feel like doing any kind of remembering this week, good or bad, in my writing. So I didn't.
But then, this morning, I was making pancakes, and the first batch didn't come out too well. It wasn't that they didn't work all together, I just realized that the second batch was probably the one to keep. See, the pan needed to warm up and I needed to get my hand around flipping again (it's been some time since I've made pancakes). So...
Me, in my hungry state, hadn't waited for the second batch to finish. I tasted them, and I was glad I did, because they were pretty good. People always say to throw out the first batch of the pancakes. Wait until you know what you're doing, that's when the good stuff happens.
Sometimes, we have to just try, and taste the stuff of the beginning to know what later looks like as well.
I wrote this post because I am glad to remember all the days when I was young when I made endless amounts of pancakes with my dad on weekend mornings. I am pretty sure I didn't know what I was doing at first but we never threw them out. Big or little, burnt or undercooked, we just ate them. That's the good stuff.