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There are so many things that I want to do for Christ...but I always seem to find an excuse for putting it off. I don't have enough money, my house isn't nice enough, my kids aren't well behaved enough, I'm not a good enough cook...the list could go on and on and on.

Recently, in my daily bible reading, I came across the story of Moses. I began to ponder how utterly ridiculous it was for Moses to tell God that he was slow of speech and therefore could not do as God wished. I mean, really, Moses was speaking to the creator of the universe...the one who formed his tongue and made speech possible in the first place. Didn't he realize that "with God all things are possible"?

And yet, as ridiculous as that seems to me, I still become paralyzed at the thought of having someone over for dinner. My house isn't nice enough, or big enough, and I am a very amateur cook.

The thing is, I don't have to have a fancy schmancy house to make people feel loved. A house, regardless of how big or fancy it is, can't love anyone. If God desires it of me, he'll work out the details. In Moses' case he provided Aaron...I don't know what the provision will be in my case. Maybe Paula Deen will show up on my doorstep. Who knows?!

This weeks step toward my mission--make a list of people I'd like to have over for a meal and actually invite someone

In the meantime, I plan to work on my culinary skills...I've been eyeballing these book...
How to Cook Without a Book by Pam Anderson (not THAT Pam Anderson)
Martha Stewart's Baking Handbook
Martha Stewart's Cooking School 
I'm Just Here for More Food by Alton Brown
The Way to Cook by Julia Child

BTW, I made Mini Apple Pies from were a big hit!!


  1. Those apple pies look delicious! And I know what you mean about arguing with God sometimes. In general I think I talk too much and don't listen enough :) Though I haven't even started in some areas of my life, in the ones I have I know that doing things like cooking and having people over for dinner are like any other habit or skill - it gets better and easier the more you do it. And if you're nervous, practice on people (like family) that don't make you nervous. Glad you're back on here!


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