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Life is Like a Pot Roast

I watching one of my favorite shows, Pioneer Woman, and she was cooking a pot roast. After she put all the ingredients in she said, "Now here comes the most difficult part. Are you ready? Put the lid on and leave it alone." She continued to say that you must leave the roast alone to do its thing and become a juicy tasty feast. This got me to thinking...life is like a pot roast. I don't know about you but when I cook pot roast I break the rules and lift the lid at least once or twice. I am always worried it's not fully cooking or needs a little push here and there with a spoon. I can't just leave well enough alone. I have to mess with it. How often do we do this in our lives? God is trying to work and bless and do great things for and through us yet we can't help but fuss. We can't leave our lives alone and let the story play. Nope. We have to lift the lid and check to make sure God is really doing what He said He would. I mean, we don't want to be tough and gamey. We want things to go our way; the way we have it perfectly planned in our little heads. Each time we lift that lid on the pot of our lives we are robbing ourselves of the blessings He has for us. We are also telling Him that we don't trust that He knows what He is doing. Ephesians 20 says, "Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us." Here is God who wants to do more with me than I can even imagine and all I want to do is lift the lid and mess with it. What is wrong with me? It all comes back to what Ree Drummond said. The most difficult part is putting on the lid and leaving it alone. "Be still and know that I am God." Psalm 46:10 Be still and let Him do His mighty and glorious work. Who knows, He may completely surprise you with an extraordinary blessing. Praying He knocks your socks off!!!! Blessings, Megan

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