More Cake, Please

The culture these days wants to tell you that you’d be happier with newer stuff like cooler clothes or a nicer place to live. "All I need is a hipster farm table, with handmade pottery and international food…Wait, I need a fringed jumpsuit and vegan pleather pants?” Some of us already did that. Maybe you’re thrown off by people who have exotic experiences that they’ve blasted all over Instagram, where they’re bathed in golden light, surrounded by their beautiful children. Then again, it could be when your peers are recognized for their amazing achievements in an alumni publication, and I can’t even get my laundry done. 

I’ve decided that all of that is the frosting of life, nice, but not really the true substance of living joyfully.  There’s always something that can rob my peace, a cool thing or place that can make me wish I was someone else. My problem isn’t that I need more frosting in life, my problem is that I need more cake. What if the essentials of real happiness aren’t in the frosting of life, but rather in the cake? The cake is  the substance underneath the possession, the culture and the status.

More Cake is about finding out what’s really able to bring us peace and satisfaction, permanently. Our cake is the core and substance of who we were made to be, not the perceptions other people have of us, or what the culture and social media told us, but the truth. Unraveling lies that were told to us about our purpose and our significance, and how to have more of what’s important, so that we can enjoy both the beautiful and the broken parts of any given day. More cake.

I'm praying that God makes us perceptive enough to know the difference between the important and the trivial, between the frosting and the cake.

Love.
Bonny