Whispers of Grace: Unexpected Communion with Belgian Waffles
cbr, 2025
In the quiet sanctuary of my loft, where morning light filters through delicate curtains, I discovered something profound – a spiritual lesson woven into the golden squares of a Belgian waffle. This isn’t just a recipe. This is a testimony of transformation.
Moment of Awakening
I remember the first time I truly understood. It wasn’t about the crisp edges or the delicate pockets waiting to be filled with maple syrup. It was about something deeper – a divine invitation hidden in the most unexpected place.
My hands trembled slightly as I mixed the ingredients, each movement a prayer, each ingredient a metaphor for the intricate ways the Divine weaves through our lives. The flour – our foundation. The eggs – potential waiting to be cracked open. The milk – nourishment flowing from a source beyond ourselves.
My World-Changing Belgian Waffle Recipe
Ingredients of Transformation:
2 cups all-purpose flour (our foundation)
1 tablespoon baking powder (the rising of hope)
1/2 teaspoon salt (the necessary refinement)
2 tablespoons sugar (life’s sweet moments)
2 large eggs (potential waiting to be unleashed)
1 3/4 cups milk (divine nourishment)
1/2 cup unsalted butter, melted (grace that softens)
1 teaspoon vanilla extract (the essence of beauty)
Testimony of Unexpected Grace
There was a season in my life when everything felt broken. The world seemed harsh, unforgiving. But in the rhythmic mixing of waffle batter, I found a metaphor for healing.
As Psalm 34:8 whispers, “Taste and see that the Lord is good,” I began to understand that healing comes in the most unexpected forms. For me, it was these waffles – a daily reminder that even in brokenness, something beautiful can be created.
Spiritual Alchemy of Cooking
I learned that:
Patience is not passive waiting, but active trust
Transformation requires heat – just like my waffle iron
The most profound moments often arrive unexpectedly
Gratitude turns simple ingredients into a feast of the soul
Beyond the Waffle Iron
This journey taught me that spirituality isn’t confined to grand cathedrals or mountaintop experiences. It lives in the ordinary – in the steam rising from a freshly made waffle, in the act of sharing a meal, in the simple grace of nourishing ourselves and others.
When I serve these waffles, I’m not just offering food. I’m offering a piece of my journey, a testament to the Divine’s ability to create beauty from the most ordinary ingredients.
To those walking through seasons of uncertainty, I say this: Your life, like these waffles, is being carefully crafted. Trust the process. Trust the Divine Chef who knows exactly how to bring out your most golden, crisp potential.
With profound love and a spatula in hand,
-Mitchell Royel