Today I made scones because my brother had made some weird jams like strawberry and kiwi and melon and ginger and we needed something to put them on. I got out my parents old Kenwood mixer, put flour in the bowl and chopped some butter into the flour. I broke the knife. Having attached the K beater I switched the marvelous mixer on. A strong smell of electrical burning filled the kitchen accompanied by clouds of thick grey smoke. I added egg and milk, finished making the dough and as I got a glass out of the cupboard to cut circles from the dough, I broke the glass.
My Mum said they were the most expensive scones she had ever eaten.
Some things don't really seem worth the effort or the expense.
When Jesus died so I could belong to him,he suffered a great deal of brokenness and paid a huge cost, He still went through with it though, because he considered me worth it. Amazing don't you think?
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