Hoots, whoops, and cheers filled the room when I told my granddaughters I would make them some queso and chips. “You can make queso? I wanna help?” Haylee pushed a stool up to the kitchen counter. “Me, too. Me too!” Kinsey grabbed another stool and pushed it up into the corner of the counter, smack dab in front of the microwave I needed to use. I managed to reach around her with a bit of contortionist technique (so this is how a pretzel feels), however, she completely blocked the silverware drawer. I had to bodily move her stool so I could open the drawer and get a fork to stir the melting cheese and sauce. Kinsey moaned. As I grabbed a knife to cut the cheese, I assured her I’d move her back and let her watch it melt.
“That’s the same kinda cheese Mommy uses to make macaroni and cheese,” Haylee skeptically noted. “Will it taste like Los Tres? Are you sure this is queso? Is this how they make it?” While I adore my quizzical granddaughters, and wallow in the joy of their enthusiasm, their interrogations can be quite overwhelming in the midst of trying to cook and avoid calamity or unintentional burns, scalding, and knife-nicks. One time Kinsey fell off her stool when she lost her balance trying to scootch up closer to me. No concussion, but my heart rhythm spiked. Another time Haylee got poked in her tummy as she and Kinsey battled with a wooden spoon to stir brownie batter. I remedied the howling by letting her crack an egg. Then Kinsey wanted to crack one too. I learned early on to give each of them individual bowls to crack eggs to avoid making crunching brownies, cakes, and muffins with eggshell shards. Oh, the dilemma of cooking with children.
It makes me wonder if this is how it is for God when I am eager to help fulfill a plan He has for me…when I want to see Him work in my life. Do I impulsively rush, crowd, and get in His way? As He tries to work out good for His glory and my provision, do I cause more harm than good? Does it take Him longer to accomplish something in my life because He has to stop, have patience, and tolerate my childish enthusiasm? Do I impede progress by blocking the path to the instruments of His choice?
As I nudged Kinsey out of the way, and pulled her chair away from the drawer to get utensils I needed to make their queso dip, I wondered. Is God unduly harsh to nudge me out of the way, to pull me out of progression’s path, to grab something from me to protect me from myself? Or is intrusive action simply God’s intervention…preventive measures? Grace and mercy? I think so.
“Commit your way to the LORD; trust in Him, and He will act.” Psalm 37:5 ESV
This tells me God wants my faithfulness to Him, to look to Him…to follow His lead and directions, then “HE” will act, not me–God. So often I find myself rushing to accomplish what only He can do. Impatient to see the end result, I want to do things my way, instead of seeking His way. I work, strive, and struggle with incompetency without regard to His competency. I’m just like my granddaughters. How long will it take? When will I learn?
“Without Him I am nothing.”
“My ways are not His ways.”
“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”
When will I learn to “trust in Lord” when chaos reigns? to have patience when He wants to provide delight? to move over and “get out of the way” when He is far more able than I? The joy of the Lord is my strength…the Lord is my rock, my refuge, my peace, my hope. Indeed, He is all I need. All I need is to abide in Him…He will bring forth fruit (and queso), as I yield and let His Spirit flow through me.