Blame or Credit

As I rolled out the soft dough my mind flew to my mom. She's the one who first taught me what a good cinnamon roll tastes like and then taught me to make it just like she did. Mom's cinnamon rolls are what greeted us EVERY time my sister and I were picked up from the airport from boarding school. It didn't matter the day or the time of our arrival, we knew that once we climbed in the car and settled, she would pull them out and together we would share their freshness and sweetness. After 8 weeks at boarding, this was a welcomed tradition. Not only had we been eating boarding food for the past 2 months but just being together and sharing something in common had a way of drawing our hearts together, making us thankful to be together once again. How many sweet trips we had from the airport home.

My mom has taught me so much. As I followed her way of making cinnamon rolls my mind rolled over the many things I have to thank my mom for. Her cinnamon rolls are some of Thomas' favorite. I make them, but really they are mom's. I make mom's scones too. This treat is another one I can blame on my mom. Devotions and bible memory at the breakfast table, my mom. Sleep, exercise, or water will cure most maladies, I firmly believe! Loud worship music is necessary when cleaning (do things get clean without it?). Reading lunches (if you don't know what this is you are sorely missing out). Books are always worth it. Read aloud. Cross stitch. Welcome the outcast/oddball.  etc… The list goes on and on. 

I haven't done a very thorough job of thanking my parents over the years. But the reality is that most of the good in my life is all to their credit (blame). Sometimes when hard stuff creeps up in our lives we like to find a fall guy. Too often it's our family that is to blame. But how often to we stop think about some of the graces that are ours because of the families we have been given. I know my past is close to perfect compared to so many and for that I am so thankful. Regardless, I don't give thanks often enough for the heritage that is mine. I am so amazed at God's grace and provision for me in my parents and siblings.

So as I cleaned up the mess in the kitchen that I had made (something else my mom taught me) I couldn't help but be thankful for all the amazing good that is mine because of God's grace through my mom.

Thanks Mom!

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