For the past two months, I have been eying this recipe.
Dreaming… how cool would it be to make your own croissants? And not just bake from the metal tube?
I thought, maybe I could make the originals, and then chocolate ones, ooh, and then I could make them up as gifts, and put them in cute little boxes with bows tied around them, maybe for Valentine’s Day, or ok, maybe for Easter, maybe for just because…
It wasn’t even the taste I was after. I just thought it was a cool challenge.
And so today became the day.
My husband is working this weekend to finish up built-in cabinets he started over a month ago for my office and the clutter and the chaotic state that my office is in pretty much convinced me to wait until after Easter to attempt my long to-do list.
So I decided to bake.
Because it’s FUN to bake.
Um, so after my third attempt at trying these croissants today… I’ve realized something very important.
God has confirmed something in my life in a very clear way for me today.
After THREE batches of dough,
TWENTY sheets of plastic wrap,
SIX dirty dish towels,
TWO POUNDS of butter.
and pretty much an entire day of my life…
There’s a reason He called me to ministry, and not to baking.