Something I have often asked of my eldest daughter; to help and not hinder.

Because there is an opening, a gap, and female you have been designed to fit the mould.

It’s a vacancy that only you can fill.

But truly, the ball is in your court. Shall you help? Or will you hinder?

Genesis 3:6

6When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it.

My girl friends, my sisters, can I just check, who are you helping or who are you hindering?

What exactly are you giving out sister?

Is it criticism laced with jealousy.

Are you layering lies and deception.

Do you give out hate and envy.

Are you hindering Gods glory on someone else’s life?

Come on sisters, what dish are you serving? Because there is inevitably something being dished out, but just what?

Can I encourage you to give out casseroles of care, to give generous helpings, to speak with the beauty and glory of God.

Can I ask that you as well as I are reminded, that we are a truly magnificent wonderful need filler and gap engulfer.

Can I suggest that we do not need to be sunk low in our area, so low that we are like a pot hole 🕳️ in the road. Causing hinder to others around us.

But can we be the muffin in that place of need. A muffin top forming in the place of a crack like insulation foaming out of the hole in the wall.

Can we be the bridge, being filled with all of Gods goodness and mercy and grace, abounding in good words and good actions that we no longer cause another to sink into a dark pit but instead guide them safety over from one side to the next, raising them higher than ourselves.

I want to be that muffin top today.

I wanted to help and not hinder.

I want to point all in the direction of the almighty.

Oh God help us to be a helper worthy to be called the image bearer of humanity’s greatest help.

Sister if you like me have a part of your life that comes to mind of looking a little less God like than you would like.

Could I suggest it’s a broken piece of area. Because pot holes are pot holes because they are broken. And their brokenness pulls the wheels of others down.

Muffins have muffin tops because they are inflated with air. They have risen wonderfully.

Father fix our brokenness. Inflate us with you. Just you. Only you.

A God given muffin top.

Spilling over.

Proverbs 14:1

A wise woman builds her home, but a foolish woman tears it down with her own hands. 

Father helps us to build and not tear.