When it comes to some food, when people ask me how I make it, I can’t always tell them, about that much or add a little to your taste. For some its so hard to cook that way, but that’s the way I cook. Its kind of the way I love too. There is no recipe for love. You just kind of do what you feel led to, sometimes adding a little more sugar or a little less vinegar depending on the need. Right? I was just asked in a text about frosting, how long do you cook it? Not sure, till it looks right. Oh yeah, what a great help I am.
I think there are times in our life when we just have to be lead to do something til it looks right. As a mom (to my daughter and all the other kids I love) I have to know when its time to coddle and when its time to say ‘suck it up’ listening (stirring) til I know when its time to heat it up or cool it down.
You don’t gain this skill in loving or cooking overnight. There are many times when unwanted tears come or overcooked noodles because we cooked it too long or times when we didn’t listen long enough or cook long enough and our timing is off resulting in raw feelings and eggs. These skills come from experience and making mistakes and sometimes doing perfectly, in spite of ourselves.
When it comes to cooking, I’m always thankful that my dad said ‘never be afraid to try’. There were many batches of chicken noodle soup that went straight to the garbage disposal until I finally perfected it. In love, there are many times when I had to say I was sorry because I didn’t love or listen (to the person or the Holy Spirit) enough. I’m thankful to both my fathers (Earthly and Heavenly) for loving me while I make a mess sometimes but keep striving for perfection.
Isaiah 64:8 8 Yet, O LORD, you are our Father.
We are the clay, you are the potter;
we are all the work of your hand.