Pressure cookers.
A pot designed to cook things faster and more efficiently. They are particularly useful when cooking rice; thus, they are very popular among Nepalese and I had never heard of one when I was in the USA. The way a pressure cooker works is it keeps all the heat into one confined area which results in the rice or beans to feel the heat or pressure faster and cook.
As they are beginning to become ready a blow of steam comes from the top of the pot. After this happens 3 or 4 times the meal is ready to be served.
I find that I can actually relate to this pressure cooker; but not in a good way. We humans tend to place expectations on others. We want them to -be- or -act- in a particular way. Unknowingly, this results in pressure. Pressure and heat coming from all sides. Unlike the beans or rice though, I don't become ready from this pressure. Instead after keeping all of the heat inside for a long time I finally get to a point where steam must come out.
The pressure I get tends to be on accomplishing things quicker.
What is Karina doing anyway? Just teaching? Why not making a difference in the world? Why hasn't she started that children's home yet? Why doesn't she spend more time in the rural areas?
I understand.
It is hard to see the work God is having me do here. In fact, sometimes I ask the Lord to show me that I am following His will as He has commanded me to do. And then He kindly reminds me that I am making a slow and steady difference in my students' lives. I really believe that the students in my class are going to grow up to be leaders, missionaries, and world changers.
After praying, He shows me how much He has changed me personally and that if I hadn't been doing EXACTLY what I have been doing this past year then I wouldn't be who I am right now.
It is His will and it is His timing.
As a friend recently pointed out to me, the beautiful Grand Canyon was not formed over one night. No. It was a long and gradual process that the Colorado did that created something extraordinarily beautiful. And neither is Gods master plan unfolded after one evening meal that was pressure cooked.
I mean think about it... He had planned for Jesus to come and save us at the time of the creation. He knew He would come. He knew Jesus would save us all. But before that the world gradually changed. Everything happens at its perfect timing according to His perfect plan.
I am humbled at the realization.
So, please excuse this blog coming from a pressure cooked woman who is now releasing the steam.
God's timing is done from a cooker that cooks slow, but it cooks perfectly.
I hope you enjoyed my cooking metaphors. I have been on a cooking frenzy these days and that seems to be the only metaphor that comes to my mind.
God bless you all!
