“And thank you, God, for everything. Good-night, God.”
“Mommy?”
“Yes, Katie.”
“Someday I’d like to give something to God.”
“We do give things to God everyday, honey. We just gave our prayers to God. When we do things that are right, that’s a gift to God, too.”
“I know, but I mean really give Him something. Something, well maybe ...”
Katie’s eyes began to sparkle as she flipped her three-year-old frame over on her side, balancing her head in the palm of her hand and said, “I know, we could make cookies for God!”
“What kind of cookies do you think God likes best?” I asked.
“Chocolate chip. Chocolate chip.” And the echo, “chocolate chip.”
“Tomorrow then,” I said as I kissed both Doug and Katie good night.
“Mommy?” questioned Doug.
“What?”
“Do you think we could make some cookies for us too?”
“I think God would like that, Doug. Good-night.”
Baking is not one of my specialties and it truly is a treat when I whip up a batch of cookies. For Doug and Katie to want to share them with anyone was surprising in itself.
The following morning the three of us trooped off to the grocery store to purchase the ingredients for God’s, Doug’s, and Katie’s cookies.
We spent the afternoon baking, and when the cookies were done and at least half gone, I suggested that the children each wrap one in clear, plastic wrap. We tied a ribbon around the two chocolate chip treasures and made our best curly bows.
“I have some little tags. What do you think I should write on them?” I questioned.
“To God, from Katie.”
“From me too,” chimed Doug.
“Okay. On one I’ll put ‘To God, Love, Katie’ and on the other one I’ll put ‘To God, Love, Doug.’ There, how do they look?”
“Good. But Mommy?”
“What, Katie?”
“How will God get them?”
“I thought that maybe we could take them up to the church.”
“The big church (sanctuary), you mean?” asked Doug.
“Yes. We could put them on the long worship table in front where we put the offering each Sunday.”
