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crockpost lasagna

It was a mad dash, but I made it.
Gym, one chore, grocery store, food prep, throw supper ingredients in the crockpot, lunch, travel, funeral, travel, home, and...the crockpot was on....BUT IT WASN'T PLUGGED IN!!!!
So I look at the clock, throw it in the oven, thinking we'll once again be rushed to church, when Bobby comes a few minutes before it's ready and his fever is rising. It really didn't matter after all.
It's funny how we stress and plan and calculate, and then life throws us a curveball and all our swings are futile at our home plate.
"Be anxious for nothing..."
That includes time frames, supper plans, grocery budgets, weight/health issues...God didn't allow me any exceptions.
"...but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God."  (Philippians 4:6)
He cares. How cool is that? He wants to know about my achy foot, my thorn in the flesh of food, my struggle to maintain a good attitude. He wants me to talk to Him about it, to find things to be thankful for, to have a relationship, even if I do remember to turn the crockpot on, but fail to plug it in.

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Jennifer said…
i've almost done that once with the crockpot but thankfully caught it. I have forgot to turn on the oven, or turn on the wrong burner and not catch it until an hour or so later!!
Lydia said…
Once again, God uses a sweet friend to give a sweet reminder of where my focus needs to be. I've been so whiney lately about being in bed and not getting stuff done that I think needs to be done. I need to stop and regroup and be thankful about what I DO have. And always, I take it to Lord in prayer.

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