2 comments | published by Linda | January 07, 2010

Genesis 1:31
“Then God saw everything that He had made, and indeed it was very good.”

I’m not capable of just leaving. When it’s time to head out the door, I find it impossible to step past the shoes that are spread across the floor, the books left open on the table, and the crumbs and wrappers from lunch that sit on the kitchen counters. I find it necessary to rush through the house closing cupboards, drawers, tucking items away, closing books and wiping up the crumbs. It has to be perfect. Why? Do I have some hidden belief that while I’m away a team of experts will walk through my home with white gloves on to determine if I’m performing my tasks appropriately? If those crumbs are wiped away will my day be insured of success? So far this has not proven to be true.

Making dinner is not enough. A meal seems to taste better when it is served on a table set beautifully, with several serving dishes billowing with different flavors and many colors. Knowing that a freshly baked cake is waiting on the counter for dessert somehow brings out the flavor in the dinner a bit more. Yet, on those days I only have found time to cook up a big pot of soup, my family has been fed, their hunger satisfied. Maybe it wasn’t a meal that would be remembered for its creative flair, but it was good. I had done well for my family.

I have a list I hold to daily. It’s easy for me to become frustrated at the end of the day when I see so many items not crossed out, yet I know that my baby needed more holding, and my oldest son needed my listening ear. A friend suggested that instead I should make my list at the end of the day. This way I would be able to write out everything that I did, and would most likely be amazed at all that I had accomplished.

Why is it that good is not enough? It’s so easy to strive for the impossible and then become swallowed up in disappointment that there are still toys on the floor, or one of my children is repeating the same sin that was worked on yesterday. If becoming too absorbed in the ideal pulls me away from hearing my Lord say, “Well done, my good and faithful servant,” then my focus has fallen away from my purpose.

My creator looked across the whole universe that had been fashioned by His hands and saw that it was good. The scriptures don’t express that it was perfect, or glorious in His eyes, it was good. It was well with Him.
Soup is good. Macaroni and cheese fills those little tummies that sit around my table, and serves their appetites well. Well is good. Oh, to lie in bed at night and know that regardless of what my day held for me, or what tomorrow might hold, that I can truly say it is well, it is well with my soul.

Posted in Kitchen & Dining    |   Tags: It Is Well

Jolene W.
January 12, 2010
I’ve always enjoyed reading the thoughts that you’ve written and shared with me. Each time I get a glimpse of your heart. Thanks for sharing. Keep it up.
Love, Jolene

February 22, 2010
Nancy Wilson had some nice words about this years ago, as well. Glad you addressed it. Ecclesiastes teaches us that sometimes, we just have to tell ourselves that "Our work is good..." It saves a lot of fretting.

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