This day included me rising early, leisurely cleaning my house and then a morning trip to Costco with my dad. It was wonderous primarily because I knew I wasn't going to be whipping out my credit card at the end and also because it was empty rather than crowded. This equals a very happy Malia.
Upon returning home with a load of delectable goodness, I headed straight for the kitchen. It seemed I couldn't help but remain in the kitchen all day. Organizing pantries and shelves of pots and pans.. Everything went to its proper place while simultaneously making room for our new coffee maker! Hallelujah!
With all the ingredients to make magic, I couldn't help but cook. I made tri-tip kabobs and grilled corn on the cob, and yummy quinoa. And mini pumpkin pies and mini cheesecakes and a chicken pot pie and ribs (for the first time..yaay) and yams and curried tuna and so on.
Amidst all this tastefulness, I became incredibly aware of my deeply rooted rebellious nature!
Every time I looked at a recipe my instant thought was "that's dumb" or "why would you do that" or "I'm going to change that". Now believe me when I say that I am not qualified to change recipes. I should do my best to follow them perfectly and exactly. However, that's never quite been a huge concern of mine..
Granted, some things make logical sense when it calls for 3 sticks of butter, I will probably always reduce the amount simply because it is not healthy.
But I kid you not, I looked at the idea of curried tuna and instantly thought- "I can make that way better." (and I did heheh)
The fact of the matter is, while I am not genuinely qualified to modify a set of instructions, I always do.
And while it translates visibly in my cooking and baking, it is only drawing attention to something much greater in my heart. I am shockingly rebellious.Depraved to the core and destined for failure far greater than spicier food or flat cookies.This need to question everything, instantly critique authority or do it all my own way is nothing new to my heart and certainly apparent in the world around us.
It makes me think of that song that says "when our hearts were far away, His love went further still".
It's only because Christ has made me alive (Ephesians 2), that this rebellious little girl can find delight in submission and obedience. It's only in Christ that my soul can rejoice, knowing that without His intervening grace my inherent character/morals/heart/entire being was rightfully destined for punitive wrath.
How much I need Jesus each day, each moment. How thankful I am that God uses things like cooking to remind me that I need Jesus and that He's enough.
I can't buy this until Christmas, but I began to read a snipet of my friend's copy and even with that small amount I feel confident recommending this to you..
A Meal with Jesus by Tim Chester..
Check it out and let the character of Christ and the universality of food further challenge your heart for the gospel!
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