Peachy and Preachy

I'm a pretty religious cat. I do not shove my beliefs down your throat, I share. If you ask. I also know that most social media platforms allow me freedom to post most things so I let my devoted thoughts fly. I am chill with other religions, open minded, but am firm in my faith. Anyway, lately I've been feeling horrid. I do not feel like the same little religious Mia I was a few months ago. I feel a little disconnected with my Lord. However, I know that feeling will stop. Despite the feelings, I continue to pray. It's a bump in the road. At the moment, I feel God is baking a cake for me. I am not entirely sure of the reason for the cake, but He is. He wrote every second of my life and I'm sure He's chuckling a bit at how impatient I am being during this bit of trial and tribulation.
   It feels as though my God is taking months to bake this cake. One month, the eggs--but there are three eggs! The next month, flour, and so on and so forth. Maybe He sped it up a tad, because I feel as though He is about to put that cake in the oven! I am READY to see what this cake is for and see how it looks. I have little ideas of what it's for, but I am not certain. Sometimes, I think He drops hints.
   I am a little Mia, sitting in front of a golden, giant, Godly oven. God's sitting at His super gigantic and cool kitchen table, head in His hand,  "Kiss the Creator" apron draped over His front, chuckling at His little child. I want to know so badly, God. What is the cake for? Is it reward for trying my hardest to wait patiently for you to answer my 1,868,472,382,000 duplicate prayers? I'm trying to be patient, God. I know you have the best in store for me. You know everything about me, every hair on my head, every second of my life.
God, I like ice cream cake.