Under Pressure

Under Pressure

I’ve jumped on the bandwagon.
I bought myself an electric pressure cooker.
I mean, if there are Facebook groups for kitchenware, then I must need it right?
My crock pot sadly went on to be with the Lord during Christmas and I felt this was the Holy Ghost telling me to go for it.
Actually, I had Amazon gift cards and I wanted one.
God’s easy like that…
I took my cooker for a test drive fixing pork tenderloin, carrots and potatoes.
Twenty minutes.
I got dinner.
It must be witchcraft.
Jason said, “Are you sure it’s done?  I mean, it’s like something from the future.”
Actually, our great-grandmothers used pressure cookers, but whatever.

I stood in amazement as I open the lid only to see a perfectly cooked dinner in 20 minutes.
Now living in a microwave society without a microwave has proven difficult.
Faster is better and everyone wants everything 10 minutes ago.
Our prayers are no different.
When God takes his time in answering our prayers we immediately think he has abandoned us or forgotten about us or doesn’t care about us.
We have two reactions in times like this.
When it comes to a certain area that Jason and I have been believing God for our prayers to be answered, we want to
1) quit or
2) rush and do things our way.
Neither option is God’s will for us.
It’s hard to wait you all.
It’s frustrating.
I want to know the answer!
It sucks to be impatient.
But I’m learning that it’s in these times of pressure that my faith is being strengthened.
So I can be perfected for the work He has for us.
God calls us to “press on” and “be still.”
So even though we are to keep going and build the things of His kingdom, we are to do that work in Him and for Him while resting in Him and His power.
Not mine.
God reminded me that diamonds, precious gems, are forged over years and pounds of incredible pressure.
That costly olive oil isn’t made in a lab somewhere but instead made by the crushing and pressing of the delicate olive.
Now I’m not smart enough to know the intricate processes of either but I do see a parallel to my own life.
Pressure is not a bad thing.
There is power in pressure.
Our muscles don’t get stronger unless there is pressure.
Our character doesn’t get formed unless there is pressure.
In my weakness, I am strong.
In my trials, I am perfected.
And in my cooker is perfect pot roast.


I’m a book-shelving, former tap dancer, wanna be writer, singer, and banjo player, mother of 4, wife of 1, follower of Christ, walking in the shadow of the Proverbs 31 woman and redeemed by the grace and love of an Almighty God… just living the dream.

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