Adventures in Donuts

This donuts adventure is one I think of often. I very well remember how crazy life was with a house full of little kids to cart around, and the lesson God showed me that night. Also that fact that I found the house with do directions…miraculous! I even get lost in our neighborhood! Sadly, Kripsy Kreme no long makes my beloved creme filled donut. Sniff.

Adventures in Donuts: An Object Lesson

It was my turn to take snacks to our Wednesday night Bible study.  I had decided to pick up donuts on the way because, after all, it would save me lots of time and I was actually craving a Krispy Krème glazed crème filled donut.  If you’ve never had one you’re really missing out.  I don’t even particularly like donuts in general.

Well, Jason was running a little late, but I had the kids all in the van ready to go when he got home.  He drove in and said he’d hurry, but he had to go take his contacts out–he was just wearing them for the first time that day.

I sat with the girls until I was sure something dreadful had happened.  Running inside I shouted that we needed to go because we were going to be late.  He could not get his contacts out for anything.  Finally, he told me to go without him.  So I flew out of the house thinking I’d never make it to get the donuts there on time.

Everything went pretty well until I drove up to the empty Krispy Krème drive through.  “Hello?” I shouted.

“Just a minute,” came the reply.  Wait.  Wait.  Wait.

“Hello.”  I shouted again.  Wait.  Wait.  Wait.  Finally, she came on with some long drawn out welcome.  At this point I figured I didn’t have time to be picky with my order so I shouted as fast as I could, “One dozen mixed and one dozen Original glazed.”  I just hoped there would be one glazed crème filled donut in the mix.

I pulled up by the window and watched them as they took their sweet time filling my two boxes.  Finally, boxes safely in the van, I dashed to try to make it to the church on time!

After safely depositing my children in their various classrooms at church, I dialed my husband to get directions to the house where the Bible study was because I had never driven there.  I couldn’t get hold of him, but miraculously I drove right to the house, parked and ran to place my contribution on the kitchen counter.  There.  I stood back and took a deep breath.  As I waited for the people standing around to get their donuts, sure enough, I spied one glazed crème filled donut.  I thought, “Well I hope it will still be there, but if not, oh well,” and went to visit with the ladies standing around the living room.  When I went back to the kitchen, sure enough it was still there!  I casually put it on my plate and went to sit down in the living room and eat it, still trying to relax.  I took one bite, two.  The next bite had to reach the creamy center.  I took the third bite.  Oh no!  Not that…lemon…yuck, yuck, yuck, blech, blech, blech.  I hate lemon flavored pudding. Imagine my disappointment!

Then the thought came to me, “You know what?  I do not want to be like that donut that looked just fine on the outside but was sour on the inside.  I want God to see a creamy center!”