I burned my arm on the oven door tonight, while taking out a pan of muffins. Stink. Ouch. Just laid my arm on the door. Bummer.
I've done some crazy things in my attempts to cook. There was last year's cake for the care group, remember that? I made the glaze, but evidently cooked it too long so it didn't drape nicely over the bundt cake - it hardened like cement instead of draping nicely. I thought it might help it drape if I used my hairdryer to melt it. Not so much.
There were my Thanksgiving green beans bundles with bacon belts and - - - glaze that hardened so solidly by the time the bacon cooked that we used the bundles for weapons. Green bean swords. Not going to be a tradition repeated this year. It looked so fun on Pinterest!
One thing I love about the Bible is that it's so full of things and people that aren't perfect. Jesus - perfect? Yes sir! Others? Nope! And, 2 Cor. 12:9 says, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.
Is that just so great? No, really - look at that verse. Amazing.
GRACE! Favor we don't deserve but He gives us anyway and we can give away! WEAKNESS! A place for God's POWER to rest! So great.
I was making the muffins as a way to practice grace for someone. I don't have to be perfect, but I am committed to practice. I'm committed to be obedient - even it involves cooking.
Will you be grateful for grace, weakness AND God's power right now - even if there is pain in the process?
(I promise to warn you if you are about to eat something that I cooked!) :-]
Sunday, September 9, 2012
DW and I watch Storage Wars on TV sometimes. People bidding on abandoned storage units, hoping to get great treasure for cheap prices. They can't look in boxes - they have to go by what they can see and how valuable they FEEL the unit is....then they bid.
I have a storage unit with my parent's things in it. After 3 moves, it's what I've decided (at this point) to keep. I donated and donated and donated until my heart couldn't donate their life away anymore. I kept stuff thinking that my dad would go back to living on his own after my mom passed - but, my dad has gone to heaven first. Hmmmm. I have kept stuff in case my mom asked for it, but she can't remember her past life that's in those boxes very well these days. Hmmmm. I have decisions to make - what to keep - what's valuable for my kids and grandkids?
I bring this up because I'm thinking that we keep boxes of stuff in our hearts. Stuff from the past that we don't let go of cuz we feel disloyal if we do. Clutter that makes it hard for our hearts to live in the present because it's too full of the past.
It costs us something to keep that stuff.
So, here's my challenge, and what I'm challenging you with...
Keep what is honoring, and let go of the rest.
Realize that what you hold in your heart - even in storage - defines you.
“Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
“Remember not the former things, nor consider the things of old. Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.