I made a little batch of chili last night and by “little” I mean a teeny tiny saucepan just for me. My husband and daughter were having something different that they liked, but I had my heart set on a baked potato slathered in chili with a generous spoonful of sour cream on top.
I was actually excited as I popped open the lid of the sour cream, thinking how good this was going to taste; the spicy heat of the chili and the cool and creaminess of the sour cream. Yummy!
So when I dipped my spoon into the sour cream and heard “No” in my spirit, well, I was honestly upset. (Imagine a bratty little kid with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face and you’ll see me in that moment.)
A little side note here: I’ve been waiting to post what God is doing in my life concerning food, waiting for His timing and the lessons He’s working through me. So I can’t explain everything yet, but let me just say I’ve been disciplined by God recently and reminded to use moderation and wisdom when it comes to what I eat.
Well, I reasoned I wasn’t using too much of the sour cream and I knew there wasn’t a problem eating it. So I stood there debating with myself. I wanted sour cream. I knew the potato and chili wouldn’t be nearly as good without it. Besides, why would God tell me not to eat it?
I didn’t even wait for an answer. I thanked Him for the food, dismissing that I didn’t hear Him right, and proceeded to stuff my face.
So…I devoured my little meal, leaving the empty and dry potato skin staring up at me. I wanted to eat that part too (am I the only one who loves the potato skin?), so I went back for some more sour cream.
I dipped my spoon into the tub and began scraping the side, and that’s when I saw it. Mold. There was this dark and nasty mold on the side of the tub that I obviously didn’t see the first time. (And yes, I had checked the expiration date earlier and it was still fine.)
Well I made a doozy of a face, tried to keep my food down, and abandoned the spoon on the counter.
And then I apologized and asked God to please forgive me for not listening, for not obeying Him when He clearly told me “No.”
God was trying to protect me.
The lesson I learned: If you and I don’t obey God in the little things (like me walking away from sour cream and telling my bratty flesh to take a hike), how will we obey Him in the big things? How will we handle those crucial moments of forgiveness or extending mercy to someone?
And what about blessings? How many will we miss because we don’t obey Him in the little things?
But really the question is this: How can we honestly say we love God if we don’t obey Him?
My new prayer for the year has been, “I want more of You, Lord. And I want to love You more.”
And He has shown me through a tub of nasty and moldy sour cream (a fitting image for disobedience) how to love Him more:
Through obedience to Him in all things.
“If you love me, you will obey what I command.” (John 14:15 NIV.)
‘“My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts,” says the Lord. “And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine. For just as the heavens are higher than the earth, so my ways are higher than your ways and my thoughts higher than your thoughts.”’ (Isaiah 55:8-9 NLT.)