"Mom, do you know how to whittle a spoon from a log? I mean can you carve one?" I thought it was a random question until I sat down with my son Face and watched about the life of Richard Pronneke...the man who lived alone in the wilderness of Alaska for thirty-plus years and lived off the land in a cabin he constructed with his own hands. I saw what my son was talking about. Richard took a piece of wood... and from it, carved a spoon right in front of our eyes. I was amazed to see it. I wanted one! The scoop he said, " was just the right size for pancakes...one scoop...one pancake". Seemed simple to watch. After the movie we ran outside to the wood stump of what had once been a trusted orange tree. Face got out his saw and began vigorously sawing. 2 hours later we had a spoon. I whittle. Yes I do. This is it.

Only, it may be made out of something a lot softer...and smaller. We gave up on the wood, as I realized for a beginning project, it was maybe a little too much for a seven year old. He ran to the storage room and brought back 2 bars of soap. Yes my friends. This is a soap spoon. Seriously not to be confused with a soup spoon.
Only problem with a soap spoon is that it makes everything taste the same.So why do I bring this up on the Sunday post? Just a reminder that even the whittle things make lasting memories. Take some time with the ones you love. Try something new. Whittle.
The desire to create is given to you by a Divine Creator...who has confidence in your ability to shape lives and mold characters. It may not be the perfect soap spoon that matters in the end, but the well rounded heart your carve out in the process.