Spaghetti Squashed

I do not like spaghetti squash but one day I got the quirky notion that I should eat one. My husband loved it served with a quart of butter. So in his memory, I picked out a beautiful squash suitable for a family of six. (Bear in mind that I live alone.)

I tried to cut it into chunks. No way. Even the electric knife couldn’t cut through the thing. I expected nothing but trouble from this thing from that moment on.

I had an extra 9×13 baking pan that annoyed me too. I believed they deserved each other so I plopped squash into pan, added a bit of water and tossed both into the oven. Shortly waves of cooking squash assailed my nose. Suddenly I remembered why I didn’t like to eat the thing and I felt even worse about having to.

I called myself all kinds of names and found this Bible verse which explained the mess I was in.

As dead flies give perfume a bad smell, so a little folly outweighs wisdom and honor. The heart of the wise inclines to the right, but the heart of the fool to the left. Even as fools walk along the road, they lack sense and show everyone how stupid they are. (Ecclesiastes 10:1-3, NIV)

Surely I am not alone in follies like this, am I? I found myself in a spot that I got myself into and had to get out of. Oh for the grace of God to gag that squash down.

Prayer – Lord when we get our selves into a pickle/ squash, we still have the nerve to ask you to get us out of the mess of our own making. Sorry God. And you still have the nerve to answer! Amen.

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