Loving Care

Love Served With A Pancake

By September 18, 2012August 26th, 20133 Comments

Pancakes-001Grandpa was visiting, so Rich decided to make pancakes for breakfast. Rich’s pancakes are just amazing and I had one on my plate. I ate the soft, delicious, nutty disk down and my plate was empty.

Rich was working on flipping more pancakes and making coffee when he asked if anyone needed another pancake. I looked around at the children’s plates. They all had pancakes, so I said, “Everybody is good.”

Then I stood up from the table to get a second pancake for myself.

Rich was frustrated. He made some comment about how I had noticed everyone was good – except me. Then calmly and quietly he said it:

“I hate that.”

I protested silently. Everyone was good, I thought. I don’t count in the “everyone” part

“Fine!” I said out loud, as I plunked my plate down hard on the counter. “I’m going running.”

Inside, I wrongly reasoned, You hate something I said, which means you hate me. And since you hate me, I refuse to eat your pancakes, no matter how wonderful they are.

I ran three grumpy miles. When I got home, I did not want to come inside because I knew Rich would respond to the sound of me opening the door. I knew him enough to know that although he was chatting pleasantly with Grandpa, he was also waiting for me.

I went directly to the garage and pulled out the mower. Stink. The choice was: go inside to switch my running shoes for my old work sneakers, or turn my running shoes green behind the mower. As I expected, Rich heard me trying to sneak in the side door and greeted me on the porch.

He said he wanted to be a servant to me. He said he wanted to demonstrate love to me by putting a pancake on my plate.

Well, I don’t need a servant, I thought. I am a big girl. I can do it myself. I don’t need love and I don’t need pancakes. That is what I thought. But what I said was, “I want to learn to let you be my servant.”

He noticed I had on one running shoe and one old, brown work sneaker. He quietly bent down, took off my running shoe and replaced it with my matching work sneaker.

I practiced letting him be my servant. “What are you? Trying to be like Jesus?” I teased, in an effort to break the tension I felt. He finished with a kiss on my forehead, and in his tenderness, my anger evaporated away.

He sat with me and sipped his coffee while I enjoyed the last pancake he had reserved specially for me. Then, filled up with love and pancakes, I tackled the grass outside.

I pushed the mower over the grass and wondered about understanding love. How can I truly know, deep-down inside of me know, that God loves me if I keep refusing the love Rich offers?

In the one, I see the other. Thank you God for persistent love.



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Join the discussion 3 Comments

  • Amy Schaller says:

    Elisabeth, meeting you at HFH 2013 was a blessing. And then to hear you read this wonderful message, and remind me of its power, I am so much more blessed. Thank you for your words of love and encouragement. You are a gifted writer.

  • Amy Schaller says:

    Elizabeth, you put into words exactly how I feel about my husband…that he shines the love of Jesus on me; even when I act or I feel the most unlovable, He/Jesus and he/my husband, show me unconditional love and see beyond my disagreeability and self-loathing to see the peaceful, sweet and lovable child I am on the inside. I do not believe that my husband could do this without Jesus living in his heart. Our husbands are a gift from God! And as long as I believe that Truth about my husband, he & I can overcome anything that happens in our marriage.

    • Elisabeth Schelp says:

      God is love, Amy, and in his great mercy, he sometimes puts us near to people who can help teach us to be recipients of love.