I'm a cookie, your a cookie, wouldn't you like to be a cookie too?

All of this while making and arranging cookies today....Here is some BD random thoughts that often tend to float through this brain of mine. I often wonder how I sleep at night? I just posted this over on my Facebook page (if you aren't a friend of mine over there...get on it...I'd love to add you) and thought it was worthy of sharing with all of you as well......

I'm thinking pretty deep on this but that's often where my mind has been going lately. As I was scooping the cookie dough from the bowl to place on the plate i realized that i was never able to duplicate a scoop of dough as it headed for the cookie sheet. Much similar to the way in each we were all created differently and uniquely. The "amazingness" of our Creator.
The real mental processing came about as I removed the baked cookies from the sheet to place them on a rack to cool and take shape. Some of the cookies stood firm on the rack, others just looked as if they were sitting on the cushions of a 30 yr old couch. Their shape took to the cooling rack as if they were part of the rack. How often do we become part of society? How often to we stand firm in our beliefs and not allow the cooling rack to mold us into something that we're not.
Finally, I began to place the final product (warm but cooled cookies) on a serving plate. Being that I'm a photographer and being that this might possibly be the first time I've made cookies by myself (actually my boys helped) I arranged each cookie on a serving plate in anticipation for THEIR big photo shoot. The criteria by which i used to place each individual cookie on the platter was as follows....
size
number of chocolate chips per cookie
shape of this delicious treat
and most importantly, appearance

I arranged the platter to only discover my "dislikings" for some of the cookies because of their defined differences from the rest of the platter. It was at that very moment that challenged my thinking around how I look at other odd shaped, not so perfectly formed cookies in our world. Do i dismiss them and not give them a chance to be in the photo or do I embrace them and point them front and center? How would I arrange myself on a platter? There might be certain days where I would allow others to move me to the bottom of the platter, hoping to not expose my inadequate characteristics or look, yet there are days where i stand firm and confident wanting to be front and center. How often do we hide behind the strong, how often do we allow ourselves to be controlled by the controllers, how often do we allow our negative self inflicted emotions to nudge us to the bottom. If we are to, "love others as ourselves," how does that influence how we arrange a plate of cookies. More importantly, how does that encourage us how we look at our world and those that live within this world. Do you love yourself? Are you proud of who you are? Do you take joy in knowing that you are different then others? Or, do you find yourself becoming someone that others might want you to be? Do you find yourself having internal confidential conversations with yourself that find you wrestling in your identity?
Yes, random thoughts and maybe a little all over the place. Yet, all of this from making cookies today.....how do you look at life?