Last Sunday was pizza night at our house. I put the ingredients into the breadmaker. I checked a few times to make sure I had the right settings and I sat down eagerly anticipating the fluffy pizza dough ready in two hours. As I was relaxing, I recall thinking that breadmaker didn’t sound right, but I pushed it to the back of my mind hoping for the best. When the beeper went off indicating that the dough was ready, I asked J to prepare the pizzas. Within seconds came the call, “Mom, you put too much flour. There is flour all over the bottom.” I went to investigate and to my disappointment I realized my breadmaker had let me down and had not completed the dough making cycle. I have no idea how to fix a broken breadmaker so I put it in the box and carried it to the garage to the pile of “I don’t know what to do with this”.
On the way to the garage, I thought over the last seven years: to the first time I used the breadmaker, to the time I forgot to change the setting to dough and came home to a huge loaf of almost baked bread, to the night I thought it would be such a good idea to have fresh bread in the morning so I set the timer and then laid awake at 3 in the morning listening to the noises of the machine and to the time when I got home to find my breadmaker balancing on the edge of the counter because the vibrations had caused it to ‘walk’. My relationship with my breadmaker wasn’t always great, but it did teach me a few lessons and I did have some good tasting bread.
I sometimes treat my human relationships with the same disregard. On my journey, I have met people who have lightened my load and others who have been like toxin to me. I tend to run away from toxic people and disregard any relationship I have with them. Mentally, I put them in the “I don’t know what to do with this” pile. I’m torn between my belief that all people matter and have a special purpose and the need to protect myself from being hurt. As I reflect on this, I come to the conclusion that when I was a child, I needed protection and guidance in regards to my relationships. Now that I am an adult, I should be mature enough to balance others needs with my own. As I travel on the path of life, I want to be the person who looks for purpose in everyone I meet and to be willing to grow in my relationships.
I just noticed the toilet is leaking. That is not a problem I can leave in the garage. I will need to call for help. Even as I write this, I am aware that even though I want to be a positive, purposeful person, I am not capable of becoming who I want to be in my own strength. In order to be the person I want to be, like the author of Psalms 69:32 I will have to call for help. “The humble will see their God at work and be glad. Let all who seek God’s help be encouraged.” I’ve asked God to help me understand a few of my more difficult students. Instead of running away, I am going to stick around and see how God works in my life.
How is God working in your life? Leave a comment and we can help each other as we journey on the path.