Notes from the church lady: Sometimes we have to let God work

“Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you”. 1 Peter 5:7

When the Presto pressure cooker arrived in the mail it was safe to say I was not impressed. In fact, I was actually intimidated by the shiny chrome pot. Mark was thrilled as he was the one who ordered it and assured me it was just what we needed to cook a pot of beans in no time. He also pointed out how it would tenderize all sorts of cheap cuts of meat and cook in a mere fraction of time.

I wanted no part of this contraption and refused to have anything to do with it. In fact, I was terrified of pressure cookers having heard stories of them blowing up. I could just picture a pot of beans blowing up on my stove, and going through the roof of the kitchen.

Mark paid no attention to my ranting and leaving the empty box on the floor, went to work to prepare beans. I watched from the other side of the room waiting for the impending disaster.

Was I terrified when the pot started producing steam? Yes. Did the pot blow up? No. Did it cook in a fraction of the usual time? Yes. Did the beans taste wonderful? Of course they did. Was I ready to cook the next meal using this new gadget? No. In fact it was several weeks later I finally got over my fear of the chrome monster that invaded my kitchen.

Another monster invaded my life last week. It arrived in the form of depression, anxiety, and self-doubt which left me feeling like a pressure cooker waiting to explode. Instead of facing it head-on, I let it creep into my life until it threatened to take over. It spewed like steam with alternating outbursts of anger followed by tears of regret. I was not an easy person to be around and sometimes I didn’t even want to be around myself.

After a few days I realized most of the things upsetting me were out of my control. As hard as I tried to fix them, I had neither the ability nor the responsibility to change the situation. I had a choice to make. I could continue to internalize the pressure making myself sick and everyone around me miserable when the top finally blew. The better way was to turn it over to the Lord, my safety valve, and allow Him to take care of the situation. I chose the latter.

It was hard to face the fact I couldn’t solve other’s problems and realize the Lord didn’t expect me to take them on as my own. I couldn’t take the pain away for those I love who were suffering. I couldn’t fix equipment that broke down and needed an expensive part to repair. My job wasn’t to fix everything, my job was to listen and then pray for God to provide the solution.

In the movie “Rudy”, the main character is doing everything he could to become a Notre Dame football player. Early on he asks the priest if there is any more he can do to make his dream a reality. Very wisely the priest replies, “There are two things in this world I have discovered… there is a God and I am not Him”.

God doesn’t expect us to fix everything. It is like my pressure cooker, sometimes I just have to sit back and watch as it does the work of transforming ingredients into a wonderful meal.

 

Debra Whittington is a longtime resident of Tucumcari. Contact her at:

dawhittington@msn.com

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