I’m a plain donut. Plain cake they call me – no frills, no thrills. The kind most often overlooked. Ordinary. The 13th in a baker’s dozen. The last to be chosen, or eaten. I sit on a shelf amidst a host of others… beautiful, delectable, delicious, glamorous – brothers and sister donuts. Some have pretty colored crinkly sprinkles, while others are stuffed with juicy jellies oozing from their insides. There are rich and tasty cream-filled ones, and everyone’s favorite – CHOCOLATE! Some of my brothers and sisters get all puffed up because they know they are beautiful – showoffs! But I’m plain cake. I’m not the maple bar, or glazed old-fashion.
I’ve seen so many popular donuts come and go over time, before I’m ever selected. Even the crumb donut – what kind of name is that? – is more popular. I sit on a shelf all day long while the others come and go. You’d think I’d get chosen before the devil’s food donut – but noooooo. I’m even one of the good guys, but the devil’s food donut gets the nod over me sometimes. It seems unfair at times.
Will I ever get noticed? Will anyone select “me?” Does anyone want to know “me?” But then… I eventually come to realize my time will come one day. I know thru it all I need to remain the donut that I am, not try to become something I’m not. I wasn’t made to be fancy or creamy or mapley or glazed. I wasn’t made to be a long bar or a twist. It’s not how I was designed.
My MAKER, the donut baker, made me wonderfully and carefully… to be exactly who I am. Just like the other donuts He made, He used exactly the right ingredients to make me – and all of my brothers and sisters. He knew just what He was doing… when He made me. I was part of HIS plan! Knowing that makes me feel not so ordinary anymore. What does ordinary feel like, anyway? One day someone special will come along and select me. The timing will be right. I will be free to just be me. The right person will know “me.” But then… my MAKER knew that all along.
I’ve seen so many popular donuts come and go over time, before I’m ever selected. Even the crumb donut – what kind of name is that? – is more popular. I sit on a shelf all day long while the others come and go. You’d think I’d get chosen before the devil’s food donut – but noooooo. I’m even one of the good guys, but the devil’s food donut gets the nod over me sometimes. It seems unfair at times.
Will I ever get noticed? Will anyone select “me?” Does anyone want to know “me?” But then… I eventually come to realize my time will come one day. I know thru it all I need to remain the donut that I am, not try to become something I’m not. I wasn’t made to be fancy or creamy or mapley or glazed. I wasn’t made to be a long bar or a twist. It’s not how I was designed.
My MAKER, the donut baker, made me wonderfully and carefully… to be exactly who I am. Just like the other donuts He made, He used exactly the right ingredients to make me – and all of my brothers and sisters. He knew just what He was doing… when He made me. I was part of HIS plan! Knowing that makes me feel not so ordinary anymore. What does ordinary feel like, anyway? One day someone special will come along and select me. The timing will be right. I will be free to just be me. The right person will know “me.” But then… my MAKER knew that all along.
