When I was young, I loved spending the night with my grandparents. Food defined my visits with them—crème horns, cornbread, macaroni & milk, yellow cake with chocolate sauce. Thinking about all of it makes my mouth water. When I turned 8, my mammaw decided that I should cook supper for her and my pappaw. We went to IGA and debated on what I could make (on my own) for supper. We finally decided on a Chef BOY-AR-DEE pizza kit. Should be simple…ingredients included, directions on the box.
There I stood in mammaw’s sacred kitchen with a baking sheet and Chef BOY-AR-DEE pizza mix. I was excited, but nervous. I really wasn’t sure about making the pizza without any help. I opened the box and was quickly overwhelmed with the pouch of dough mix, can of pizza sauce, and packet of parmesan cheese. For the longest time, I stood and stared at everything from the pizza kit. I knew that I needed water and oil, but what was I supposed to mix the water and oil with? No doubt, the pizza should already be in the oven. So, I did the only thing I could think of. I pulled the glass bowl close to me and proceeded to empty the pouch of dough mix, the can of pizza sauce, the packet of parmesan cheese, the water, and the oil. I slowly stirred the concoction. It didn’t look like my mom’s pizza and I fought back tears as I realized I couldn’t figure out what I had done wrong. I quickly pressed the pizza onto the pan–nice and flat and stuck it in the oven. And then I waited. I waited until my pappaw came and removed it from the oven for me. He smiled, patted me on the head, and got me a cold bottle of Coca-Cola and a straw. We sat down at the table and ate every single bite of that pizza. My grandparents told me that it was the best pizza they had ever eaten.
Directions. I obviously didn’t pay too much attention to the directions on the pizza box. I have started thinking that I tend to ignore directions in other areas of my life as well. Life is hard and I often try to figure everything out on my own—navigate the waters alone—bake up my own destiny. I need to wake up and smell the pizza sauce! God provided me with a perfect set of directions to make it through life’s most difficult times. The Bible…a set of directions.
“Show me Your ways, O LORD; teach me Your paths. Lead me in Your truth and teach me. For You are the God of my salvation; on You I wait all the day.” Psalm 25:4-5
If I follow those directions, I will receive wisdom and blessings from a great God. With the Bible in my hand, I always have access to the right ingredients and I can give my best effort to be successful. If and when I do panic, God comforts me and works everything for the good.
“And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.” Romans 8:28
God sees my mix-ups, but more than that, I think God sees my heart. He knows that I love His Word and I want to please Him and serve Him. In the same way, I’m sure my grandparents saw my pizza mix-up. However, they never laughed at me, criticized me, or embarrassed me. They called everyone they knew and told them about the best pizza they had ever eaten! My grandparents saw my heart…my passion to serve them and I love them dearly for giving me one of my first cooking experiences!