If you know me, I'm not the greatest on cooking, my family survives. I don't like the waiting, the recipe reading, what should be one teaspoon, well sometimes doesn't look like enough, so what's the problem with adding another. The outcome can sometimes be acceptable, but there are times that the only thing to do is order in. Sorry, Papi! Because he was a cook that could 'pinch' it here and 'pinch' it there and all was well. Didn't inherit that gene.
Often enough that's my life. I grab a little here and little there, in other places I put too much or not enough. A recipe for disaster. Jesus is my main Chef in this life and I can envision Him with his apron looking over my concoction and sweetly nodding His head. He knows what's going to happen, I'm not going to like it, I'm going to want to start over or just leave but I'm stubborn and will put that thing to the test. I put it to the burner only to have it too high and now I've burned it and it hasn't even cooked in the inside. I'll finally allow Him to take over when I've dropped the ingredients and run out. Because who has time to stop and run to the store to replenish. Well, not me! I need it done yesterday.
I love how He gently caresses my hand and loves me through my disasters. He smoothly uses what I've should've been using all along and with nail pierced Hands moves like a breeze, a 'pinch' here and a 'pinch' there. As it simmers, a slow rise in temperature, He's removed me from the not so high temperature. A beautiful display of what He can do, if I only get out of the kitchen.
Many of us get in our own way, only to make a mess.
Lord, forgive me for the days I want take control, using too much of what You've already told me was not necessary. I don't have hands that stir with such grace and I want to recognize the days that I don't need to be in the kitchen. Give me discernment in my day to day. And thank you that even when I choose to take my own road, You still meet me and share with me sweet taste of Your love. In Jesus Name, Amen.
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