I love to cook. Bake. Eat. Probably not in that order, but anything I can create (and in a healthier way), I love to!
Tonight, I was prepping my breakfasts for the next few days (often oatmeal or muffins - tonight, Almond Joy muffins).
I set the oven temperature and then went to work. Measuring, mixing, stirring, tasting, portioning, all in the quiet of my home.
And then it happened.
While I was pouring the batter into the muffin tins, the oven beeped at me. It was letting me know that it had officially reached 375 degrees and I could put my muffins in any time.
And then the message came all in that instant of a beep. No, the heavens didn't open up for me. And no, there wasn't a loud voice. But I knew the message.
I turned on the oven and then went to work. I didn't stand there watching and waiting and talking and praying and fretting about how much longer was it going to take. I just did what I needed to do to make the muffins. That's it. My mind wasn't on the oven. Just the measuring, mixing, stirring, tasting, and portioning.
It was as if God was reminding me that I don't have to worry and wait and talk and fret over whether I will be married. I need to get to the other work that's happening and when it's time, He'll let me know.