There's nothing in the world, in my humble opinion, better than fresh bread baking. It permeates the house, and seems to linger for hours. I can almost feel the melting butter, dripping on my chin. Anxious to pop that loaf into the oven, I had been anticipating warm bread all day long. A phone call changed my plans. I was needed elsewhere, just for a little while.
However, by the time I returned home, the bread dough had fallen into an ugly mess. Uhgggggg.
Looking at the bread and remembering how disappointed I was, it reminded me of my prayer life.
When I tend to it, and give it the attention I should, my life runs pretty smoothly. However, when I don't it's just about like the fallen bread dough.
It reminds me how sometimes Jesus needs to let me "fall" before He can make something wonderful happen in my life. Even though sometimes I don't feel like I "need" to be "kneaded", it's necessary for my growth. Just like the bread dough. The more I knead it, the better it is.
And just like the Potter, I am the clay.
The more I NEED Him, the better I am.
Isaiah 64:8 But now, O Lord, You are our Father; We are the clay, and You our potter; And all we are the work of Your Hand.
2 comments:
What a wonderful analogy, Katt! The potter-and-clay one is similar, with the kneading, molding and firing required to produce a beautiful and useable vessel, but the bread... so much more fragile than clay, so much more like us. And once we've been through the flames He can use us to feed others.
My arthritis won't let me do a lot of kneading anymore, but I love my breadmaker. There's just nothing like warm bread slathered in butter! I hope you were able to salvage that dough... perhaps for dinner rolls?
Carol,
I don't think there is anything I love more than homemade bread. However, I'm allergic to wheat, so I can no longer eat it. I still make it for my hubby. And in fact, I was able to salvage dinner rolls! Yeah---he loved it. Especially when he saw the dough!
Hugs
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