That title was just the first one that came to mind... I cooked 'em a few days ago, and the thought of them lingers. Maybe the smell too. But that something so pungent and crisp and bitter can become so soft and sweet and delicious with just a little time and some heat is an encouraging thought to me.
It's been so long since I've blogged any thoughts that my backlog is completely jammed and jumbled. One at a time, Anne; one at a time. I'm going to try to get out one coherent (if small) blog per week this year. Being that today is the 6th, it appears that this will be a rough go.
This year as I read my Bible I'm praying that God will remove my preconceived ideas about Him, and just daily reveal Himself to me in ways that keep me on my knees and in awe of Him and more dependent on Him. I've been too good at reading my beliefs into what's written. When stumped by a passage that doesn't conform to my image of who God should be, I find creative ways to skirt it or rephrase it; and that is so disgusting to me. My desire is to be conformed to His image, not Him to mine... but how often I do the latter!
This morning I was reading in Genesis 32, and at verse 10 my heart cried with Jacob, " I am not worthy of the least of all the mercies and of all the truth which You have shown Your servant." And what an awesome story, of trusting and obeying even with plenty of fear. I love the interaction God has recorded for us; Jacob reminding God (and maybe himself, too?!) that it was God who sent him; it was God who was leading; and it was God who knew the end from the beginning. Meanwhile, Jacob had plenty of reservation, but followed. He believed. I love this.
And, my sweet husband is asleep on the sofa; so that's it for tonight.
