It was paralyzing, I couldn’t even begin to write! You can not start a blog without a name. However, every charming title I birthed was already snatched up. The disappointment was real. The frustration drawn out. I needed to start writing something but this name business was bringing me down. I really loved the title, More Precious than Rubies. With an inspirational title like that, who needed talent? Alas, it was taken. Determined, I poured over the book of Proverbs looking for a spark, another glittering jewel.
The challenge was simple. I desired a blog title that was brief, cute, and could communicate every possible theme I could possibly want to share. Easy enough? So you can see how I was pleased with myself when an original inspiration hit while putting away my freshly baked pies. Well, they were not freshly baked pies, but they were freshly purchased. The long awaited name dawned… Half Baked.
What better name for a middle aged mother, wife, with half grown children that admits she is a different brand of dippy? Proudly, I shared my genius with my 14 and 12 year olds. Caleb, my oldest, looks at me and hesitantly and innocently asks, “Sooo you are gonna write about half truths?”
Deflated, “Oh, yah I guess it means that too.” When did they get so smart? Half truths is not what I was aiming for.
Dippy, Half Baked? Stick with me and you will see. But flukey things happen to me. I often find myself in predicaments of my own creating. Events that are slightly too embarrassing to explain. For example, how about the time that I went to my Junior banquet with a rather large rug burn on my nose.
My parents said I was a slow learner. Or rather, I think in my mom’s words, “Chere, you have no common sense.” Ouch. Really none? But yet time and time again I demonstrated this to be all too true. Episodes commenced, starting early in childhood. The large gash in my toe? Oh that’s from trying to kill a bug with a shovel.
“Why does this silk comforter have a large hole in it and strangely melted?” Umm, that happens when you do your nails on your bed and spill nail polish remover.
“Chere! Where did this white spot on the carpet come from!”. Well duh, clorox. You see, I had a stain on my shirt and the carpeted floor is perfect spot to scrub at a stain. My misadventures with clorox go way back. Good times. However, that sweet little shirt looked great. That is until I burned the matching skirt with my iron.
These stories and countless others span 40 years. It’s shameful and many times embarrassing. So how did I accomplish that rug burn on my nose? I was trying to reach something from my top bunk on the floor. I was so close, inching just a little closer, almost there-then Bam! SUPER CLOSE, my face smashed into the carpet. Never mind that I didn’t have go-go gadget arms and that I reasoned I could span 6 feet to fetch something from the floor I have have no recollection of now. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I was left with about a 3 inch scrape over the bridge of my nose and between my eyes. The thing about rug burns is they don’t look too bad until they start to crust over…super charming when you are seventeen.
Pictured here are my good high school friends at my Junior year Banquet. (around 1992)
If you look closely you can see my burn.
It was HUGE in person-I promise.
Full Definition of Half Baked
a : poorly developed or carried out (Been there done that)
b : lacking adequate planning or forethought (yes here too)
c : lacking in judgment, intelligence, or common sense (no comment)
As I look back on my life with some honesty, I can admit-I am a slow learner. Not only do the facts of physics and science elude me, I have a difficult time retaining God’s truth and have, over the years, sold myself some Half Baked truths. I vacillate between getting it and forgetting it-over and over. Is this not the definition of crazy, doing the same hurtful thing over and over again?
We pick up God’s truth for our lives in sermons. We fold page corners in books and highlight them. We frame them. We memorize them. We place them over our mantle and door ways to our homes. But do we live them? Or do they remain a place holder while we sample something else?
In my heart, I’ve always struggled, yearned for something that is just out of reach. My focus rests on what the world is dangling in front of me, teasing me with the potential I crave and the desire to be significant, only to find myself burned in the end.
The whole truth is this-what we yearn for is Jesus.
Anything we set in His place, whether it is raising the perfect kid, perfect husband (I doubt you are raising a husband, but some have tried), perfect house, more money, that degree..the list goes on– is Half Baked in-deed!
Praise God, He doesn’t leave anything half done. I can be confident in this, “That He who began a good work in me, will complete it.” Philippians 1:6 Jesus takes this mama and teaches me I can trust Him and what He has to offer. He teaches me to not lean on my own understanding or my half baked ideas. He can and will direct my dreams, my work, my relationships. Proverbs 3:5 Jesus teaches, the thief comes only to steal, kill and destroy; Jesus comes so that we may have life, and have it to the full. John 10:10 A full life that leaves us satisfied.
That is a beautiful truth I will reach for daily and is always in reach. Any other way is just..well…Half Baked.