Every Thanksgiving I go through the process of looking for my recipes, trying to figure out what I do every year, and looking for a bucket big enough for the turkey. This year, our oven is smaller than what we have had in the past, so our bucket turkey gets to go on the barbecue. I'm wondering what else can go on the barbecue, brussels maybe?
I didn't have the greatest day yesterday, I felt like a turkey in a bucket. This morning as I was thinking about my turkey in a bucket dilemma, God whispered to me that He is still beside me, soaking me in His solution. He is working on me putting His flavor in me, making me tender, loving, and more like Him. Adding His salt, His sweetness, His fruit, all of His flavor. Sometimes, this process is not easy, there are times that this process gets, well, uncomfortable and scary. I don't like it. It's like being squished in a bucket, unable to breath. Yet, at the same time, there's the soft arms of Jesus around me encouraging me, prompting me, loving me. He sends His people to tell me I am loved.
This morning I read this verse in Psalms 91:4
His huge outstretched arms protect you-
under them you're perfectly safe;
His arms fend off all harm.
Fear nothing
Okay, so I'm in the bucket with the turkey. But, His arms are around me, even there. I have nothing to fear. I'm being salted, and sweetened, flavored for Him.
Say That Again, Jesus, You are in the bucket with me!
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