Transitions
I am horrible at making omelettes. They start out fine but what ends up on the plate is more of a glorified scrambled thing. There is this delicate moment in the middle of the process when everything falls apart leaving me with egg-mush. It’s all about the transition if you want a prefect omelette; opening my eyes to what a challenge transitions can be. Life is full of transitions and changes; takes patience and care to navigate through them. I am in that “post-Bethany-pre-whatever-I-am-going-to-do-with-my-life”. The future is unknown. What ever it holds I doubt it what I expect. I might end up with egg-mush.
My Cousin Bill’s advice is: “Put a little butter in the pan, it helps the omelette to stop sticking and flip over better. And a sturdy spatula”
My Cousin Bill’s advice is: “Put a little butter in the pan, it helps the omelette to stop sticking and flip over better. And a sturdy spatula”
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So the butter is grace...and the spatula is truth. Neat illustration. On the other hand, I've been told I read into things too much sometimes :)
I hate transitions...until they're completed. I hated entering High School, but my senior year was my favorite year of grade school ever. I wasn't happy about going to Bethany, but I loved my time there. I was really nervous about my internship, but God really grew me up in that time. I was afraid to get hired as a full-time minister, but this has been the greatest time of my life.
I've never tried to make an omelette. I don't have cooking skills.
Where do I belong?????
I'll help...in the KITCHEN
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