Banana Cake

“Hey, Mom! There’s a box of banana cake sitting here.” My son has high hopes for the black bananas sitting in a box on the table. A couple years ago, I found a new recipe for said cake, and it has been world-famous ever since (my world is pretty small).

Yesterday, I overdid. Like REALLY overdid. It’s taking me longer than it should to realize that even if my brain wants to be busy, on Fridays and Saturdays, my body needs to rest. This need is in direct opposition to my need for serving others. I love to do things for people, and when I sit in my chair and see something I could do for someone else, it’s difficult to stay there.

Consequently, I really want to make banana cake. We need more sweets like we need more holes in our heads, and I should just listen to my “healthy mom” side and skip it. It’s much more likely that I’ll listen to my “fun mom” side and make cake. The real question will be whether I can heed the “healthy me” side and not eat it.

Cake is a trivial thing. Caring for others, however, is not. This stage of life I’m in now is a struggle for me in that I am not as able to care for others as usual. I don’t like that. The mom is supposed to care for the dad. And the kids. And the neighbor kids. And the lady at church that had a baby. And the guy down the road that we don’t really know but we’re praying for.

Or maybe, deep down, it’s not “the mom” that is supposed to do all these things. Maybe it’s my own need to please others, hiding behind the “mom” persona.

I think, perhaps, part of the function of this cancer in my life is to force me to step back and look at why and how I do what I do. Maybe I do more than is healthy for me. Maybe I do more than is healthy for them. Maybe it’s just about finding balance and being better at saying “no” so I am not always one straw away from the last. Maybe the biggest thing is seeking wisdom from the One who orchestrates all things, to be sure I’m walking where I am meant to walk, instead of wherever I think I see a need.

It’s definitely food for thought. Maybe even banana cake.

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I'm a homeschool mom and the proud wife of a hard working farmer. We live in the sticks and drive 20 miles to a town of any size. I live to serve the One who saved my soul, and He daily loads me with blessings. I started this blog to share my journey through breast cancer. So far, I have only done a few warm up stretches, and I pray I will remain faithful and be an encouragement to others traveling this road with me. I know this journey will be rough, but I also know it will be perfect, because my God does all things well. I am not afraid.

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