Pie is all the rage. I didn’t know it until my sister told me. Apparently Martha Stewart has declared it’s so. It’s taking the place of cupcakes. Wow. I really didn’t see that one coming. I’ve been thinking about learning to make a killer pie crust anyway. So, it is now at the top of my baking “bucket list” – that’s my list of the things I haven’t yet tried to bake, but must try soon.
One thing is definite. I will not, I repeat NOT be making a raisin pie. You will not find a recipe for raisin pie on this blog and I’ll tell you why. I don’t like raisins in baked goods. They turn out to be partially rehydrated grapes when they’ve been baked in something and so really it is like eating a wilted grape. At any rate, there is another reason…
A long time ago I almost tried a piece of raisin pie.
There is no way I can explain this without some background. My dad was a traveling representative for a Bible College in Ontario, Canada. Many Sundays our family visited churches where we knew no one. My dad would preach and tell about the school, and after Sunday services, we regularly found ourselves eating lunch in the homes of complete strangers…
One such Sunday afternoon we found ourselves, my mom, dad, sister and I, in the very situation I’ve described. We had been prepared a lovely lunch – and it was getting close to my favorite part of the meal. Dessert. And believe me, I wasn’t born yesterday. I had saved room.
We had experienced quite a lot of incredible meals topped off with delectable treats of all kinds. cookies. cakes. brownies and bars. I know for sure of a turtle cake that was a huge hit with my family, made by one Pastor Twinem’s wife in Courtland, Ontario. I remember tasting that cake like it was just this afternoon. But, I digress.
There we sat, the dishes cleared and the gracious hostess brought the dessert and placed in the center of the table. “Raisin Pie!” she said cheerfully. and I’m sure I did not conceal my *sigh* well enough. I know I tasted a teeny -tiny morsel, while trying to avoid a raisin- which is complicated when you’re eating a bite of raisin pie.
Over the past couple of weeks I’ve felt like I’m sitting around that table again. looking at raisin pie. wishing it was turtle cake.
All too often I find myself staring disappointment in the face, not knowing what in the world to do. It might be something small, it might be completely life-altering – but there it is. My head aches with the confusion, my heart pounds a little harder from the frustration; I can’t figure out which direction to go because everything is spinning out of my control.
I found myself telling the Heavenly Father, “But I don’t want this ‘raisin pie‘! ” I could have sworn You promised me ‘turtle cake’!” And I’ve had to search Scripture to find a way to understand better. Do you know what I found? I didn’t find a promise for what I want – I found a promise of His goodness. Those two things aren’t always one in the same.
I’ve been holding tightly to these verses this week – in the middle of some turmoil – when things weren’t going quite the way I thought they should:
13 I would have lost heart, unless I had believed
That I would see the goodness of the LORD
In the land of the living.
14 Wait on the LORD;
Be of good courage,
And He shall strengthen your heart;
Wait, I say, on the LORD!
He promises that in time, if I wait – I will see His goodness. It may be what I’ve been hoping for. It may be better or different. But certainly it will be His best for me.
PS: I’ll see if I can’t find that recipe for Turtle Cake and post it…. or maybe the pie I try to make… or maybe I’ll post both recipes…
(originally written August 15, 2011)