My two sons are home from college for the weekend. Usually it doesn’t take long for them to request a certain homemade food that has been lacking in the university cafeteria. This weekend the request came for homemade pancakes. So Saturday morning, wearing my warm fleece bathrobe, I made fluffy whole wheat pancakes with butter, powdered sugar and homemade strawberry sauce.
While the pancakes were great, the conversation that took place with my younger son, sitting at the breakfast bar casually conversing, was even better. What started out as chit-chat about this or that – comments about college life, upcoming graduation and summer plans – quickly transitioned into questions and observations about what his future might hold, what career path he would like to pursue, and what might be the best stepping stones to get him there. As the conversation moved from dorm life to a potential overseas internship, my mind and heart began to race a little as I flipped pancakes. Desiring so much to help, to encourage, to impart wisdom as well as enthusiasm, I silently asked God for His direction in me so I might correctly direct my son.
As we partook of the simple pleasure of pancakes, we set out on a complex journey into the unknown future awaiting my son. While we didn’t have answers for every query, we did move forward with a sense of direction and a shared connection that he is not on this path alone. His family will be behind him 100 percent, and no matter what he chooses to do, he has the ability to do it in God’s will, by God’s grace, and with God’s help.
Who knew pancakes and pajamas could become so significant? I am reminded to continually be on the lookout for other extraordinary moments disguised as an ordinary day…