I love to bake.

I love baking more than I love cooking.

It’s therapy.

It’s also a science.

The first time I tried making my Grandma McLuhan’s Yeast Rolls, I could have sided a house with those bricks.

The second time I tried, they were flat.

Thankfully, the third time, Grandma was present and lead me through the process and we devoured bread for days over the holidays.

I’ve even tried since she was here and they flopped again.

Baking is a science, especially when there is active yeast involved.

You know what else is a science?

Planning anything and doing everything for our family.

Not only does it take a Village, but it’s a Science.

I want to take the boys to the beach.

Do you know how hard it is to find a place to stay that is merely manageable, not 1970’s beach decor, not miles away from the ocean and within our budget (Ha!)?

How about the realization that I can’t take them by myself?

Why can’t we do something NORMAL?????

When you plan to go out to dinner, do you have to think about how many handicap parking spaces there are, whether parking is covered, if the restaurant is too crowded with tables, if the tables are high enough for the wheelchair to go underneath, if it’s too loud, the time of day, day of the week, the weather, etc.

When planning a family vacation to the beach, do you have to think about the interior width of the doorways, if elevators are in working order, if the bathroom has grab bars or if the shower is walk in, if the bed is king size or if the flooring is tile, is it within driving distance from home, where are the wheelchair accesses to the beach, are there beach wheelchairs to rent, is the sand soft or packed, is it too windy or humid, can the wheelchair get along on the sidewalks, are there sidewalks, etc.

It’s a science.

It takes a Village.

I look forward to the day when we can simply walk to the car to go to dinner.  I look forward to the day when even if it’s raining, we can go out and about.  If we want to take Corbin to the park, I don’t have to worry about Danny’s wheelchair getting stuck in the mulch.

I look forward to many things.

Right now, I’m downright irked.  I’m on my face kicking my arms and legs.  I’m throwing an all out temper tantrum and screaming “it’s not fair!”

But, a gentle reminder comes.

Making Grandma McLuhan’s Yeast Rolls was only successful when I allowed her to lead me through the process.

In the same way, we are only successful when we let God lead us through the process.  I cannot do it on my own.

After all, He created the Science.

Lord, lead us.  Let me know your ways.  Show me your glory.  Go among us. Oh, and can you find us a place at the beach too?