Into the Blender I Go (Friday's post)

Ever feel like you’re an ingredient in the blender and the chef just set it to “grind”?

I’m going back three days, to Tuesday ‘s post about culinary and vocal blending. If you are a first-time visitor, you might like to read it (if you hope to make sense of today’s post!).

I guess the Lord doesn’t want His children to have chunky parts either. He’ll make use of our lives’ “blender” episodes to grind and chop and smooth us out and make us into ingredients that will add a unique flavor or color to His divine recipe.

As you might have guessed, I’m sitting in the blender as we speak. I think the outcome we are looking for is Patience. Whatever; that’s His business. Mine is to yield. Not to try and hide from the blending apparatus, but to let it do what it’s meant to do. He’s the Chef, He knows what’s best.

If it were me reading something like the above, I'd wonder what in the world this woman is going through, that it feels like she’s in a blender set to “grind”—well, compared to what some folks are facing, a broken right thumb isn’t much to gripe about. After all, I can walk, I can still type, I have my husband and younger son here to do the dishes, and with the thumb immobilized, it doesn’t even hurt (except when I move too fast and bump it). But to a person who lacks patience (yes, I confess it), everything takes me SO l—o—n—g, and I'm SO busy, and I have to wait for others to do household tasks when they can get to it, not when I want it done. In addition, writing a check is downright humbling.

Also, when I’m teaching my music students, I can’t demonstrate, and it takes
f-o-r-e-v-e-r to write out their assignments left-handed. Zippers, buttons, doorknobs, carrying stuff, shifting the car into reverse or drive, grocery shopping, cooking, filing, cleaning… oops. See? I sound pretty frustrated. It’s time to yield to the blender and let it smooth me out.

To use another word picture (a much better one) from Scripture, He's the Potter, I'm the clay. He can do whatever it takes to make me a vessel fit for His use. And to quote James, "Submit yourselves to God...".

So far the one positive is a fresh appreciation for God's creation of opposable thumbs.

I'm gone for the weekend, assisting with the homeschool high school choir's tour to the Rockford, Illinois area. See you Monday!