When I was a little girl I had a difficult time cutting up my meat. In the world of etiquette it is not proper to cut more than two pieces of meat at a time. At least that's what I was taught. But as a child it was easier for my Mom to cut up my entire piece of meat or chicken so I could enjoy my meal and she could enjoy hers. Last night I had a delicious ribeye for dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, Texas Roadhouse. I feel so blessed to have one less than a mile from my home. We love their food! So last night as I spent time cutting into my delicious medium cooked ribeye, I thought back to how much I hated steak as a child. It was hard to chew, hard to cut and even hard for me to swallow. But when my Mom cut it into small pieces for me, it sure made it a lot easier and much more enjoyable. Small bites!
God is teaching me a lot right now. He is teaching me about myself, about others and most important He is teaching me about Him. I am overwhelmed quite often. I stress way too easily, my feelings are hurt over ridiculous things and I analyze the crud out of too much. The hardest part is the way I feel about myself at times. It's easier for me to give others a break but very difficult for me to look at my own life and have patience. Just this morning a sweet friend sent me an email that said a lot. "Oh Jesus is doing amazing things in you-can you feel it? Don't be so hard on yourself. You are a normal woman. You don't have to be a Proverbs 31 woman all in five minutes. That woman's bio was a lifetime. I am sure that there were days of being overwhelmed- but in those times you just learn to run not walk to the "ROCK". " She had no idea how those words freed me up! It's so much easier if I take it one thing at a time. The Proverbs 31 woman did not wake up one day and have her home totally spotless, breakfast on the table, quiet time already completed before anyone else was awake, and I doubt she was making fine clothes out of fine linen either. It was a process. I am sure she had days where she grumbled about her husband and I bet she had a sharp tongue at times too. But later on, she began to "get it". She understood that Jesus was her guide and with Him, she would become all that He wanted her to be. But throughout her process, I am sure she took small bites. The small bites eventually fill our tummies.
May I be a woman to write about. May I be all that God wants me to be and may I understand that this is a process. I must give myself a break and realize that this journey is a lifetime and will never be completed until I stand before Jesus. Until then...Small bites.