So my wife has been on a cooking binge lately. I don’t know if being seven months pregnant has her wanting to develop her domestic skills or maybe she just has cravings. Either way I am certainly reaping the benefits. As I have been chewing my way through homemade pastries and skewers and soups and quiches… mmmmmmmmmmm… oh sorry. I noticed that my wife does really pour herself into the things that she cooks (this probably bleeds over into other areas as well). If the meal tastes very good (the majority of them) then she bears a sense of pride and accomplishment for the rest of the evening. If the meal is not so great (don’t use stew meat for shish kabobs) she beats her self up and get stuck in a bit of a rut for the night.
I have been trying to evaluate how to feel about this. My initial reaction is to tell her not to let it bother her. I do think we can slip into letting our performance determine worth which can be dangerous and depressing. On the other hand, I am really glad when she comes back the next night and makes a delicious meal to show that she can. Then she feels better and my stomach is happy.
I wish I took that approach toward God. When I fail, I think I rarely beat myself up and use failure as a push towards righteousness. I take advantage of grace and forgiveness and use it instill as sense of value instead of inciting change. I know I cannot earn the favor of God and I know He values me no matter what. But, when I serve Him up a cold heart with a side of disobedience I think it should eat at me a little…
What’s for desert?
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