Squashed

The squash almost defeated me but I refused to fear its size, its hard shell or its reluctance to fit into my oven. It sat in all of its glorious 28 pounds at our farmer’s market. Oh, how it reminded me of our days on the farm when I grew Hubbard squash (almost) that big. I determined to have it.

Getting it into the car was a chore. After a momentous struggle, I found the farmer had supplied little wagons for that very purpose! Rolling it into the house was a bit easier, except it kept rolling in the wrong direction. Then I had to wash the dirt off its bottom; no delicate task because that meant into the sink.

When I cook squash, I generally poke a few holes in it and shove it into the oven. Well, imagine getting a three-year-old kid into the oven? (Yes, 28 pounds is the weight of the average three-year-old!) Squashy wouldn’t fit. 

I determined to cut it in half. So, picture me with a butcher knife and a hammer, trying to slice the thing open. In desperation, I dropped it onto the floor and miraculously, it shattered into chunks.

Even still, it was a tight oven fit. Only one bit at a time would fit. And I am writing this because the oven has been roasting squash all day and that means there is nothing for me to do in the kitchen.

Did you ever get a task set before you, one just too big, like that squash? It feels so bit and way beyond your ability to get it done. Here is your answer and your helper.

If you see the job is too big for you, that it’s something only God can do, and you trust him to do it (you could never do it for yourself no matter how hard or long you worked) well, that trusting-him-to-do-it is what gets you set right with God, by God.  (Romans 4:4-5, MSG)

Prayer- God, you are bigger than any thing that confronts us, anything from squash to the worst day of our life. You are God and we are so grateful for your help. Amen.

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