...get out of the kitchen.
Tonight I needed a reminder to gain control of my life...to find courage and motivation...to overcome fear and obstacles...to strengthen the growing passion I have for my destiny.
I needed a moment to appreciate the people in my life, embrace life's turning points, and recognize the Gift of the Spirit.
It was time to walk away from the piles of papers on my desk at work and breathe. There are moments that even though all is good we know we're running down and growing weary. Although happy and excited, the day's rituals were getting redundant. As a result, I was losing speed and flavor. The highs from vacation a month ago to Boston were gone...I needed inspiration.
Somebody prayed for me.
(There may have also been a silent plead or two on my own behalf.)
And, He answered. In His own way that always makes me step back and become amazed...
I ran into the local Walmart with a plan to bake cookies and needed to pick up the ingredients. My heart wasn't in it, but I made a promise to some colleagues that I would. I managed to make record time considering it being the first of the month and prime time. I glanced at the family size roasts on sale but didn't want to add to my pile or waste food. My inner, lazy self said, "Pick up Chick-fil-a." That was all the convincing I needed, yet my body had no desire for any fast food.
In my car, I sat for a moment conflicted that I had not purchased the chicken. I almost went back in to get one, but God was persistent and told me gently to just go home. "But what am I going to eat?!" I argued with a bit of irritation.
Once home, I was drained. I looked around and he nudged me to go to the freezer. "Huh?"
It was in the kitchen I begin to cast all my cares. I thawed some meat, turned on the oven, and got to work. My bf, VLM, was taking care of upgrading her phone and was headed over to assit me with cookie-baking and watching the final episode of The Bacholorette. My phone rang and MFL, my grad buddy who is a principal out in Colorado, called to share with me the news of her pregnancy.
With each captured minute of the evening, God worked His blessings, showering and restoring. It took some "heat" in the kitchen to bring me back to a place I love. I actually forgot how much I enjoy cooking...We'll see how long this lasts!
Inspiring insights.
He restored my belief in myself. He gave me confirmation. He made it plain simply by putting me on a task I absolutely deplore in order to show me He has a plan for my life (Jeremiah 29:11). He reminded me that He is in control and that I do not need to stress but keep to "cooking" no matter how hot I feel it is getting. The final product will carry a sweet aroma and have a flavorful taste!
