This article originally published in the June 2009 issue of groundswell.
The chicken rests, baked, de-bond, and waiting to be enjoyed. All that remains is the bones, waiting to be thrown away. Nothing good can come from bones, right?
Ever feel like that? That you have given everything, and all that is left are bones to be tossed away? And to add insult to injury, isn’t it common that at these times, the heat gets turned up on your life?
You already feel worn to the bone, the additional heat serves to suck what remains from those bones, drying you out more than you anticipated.
And during these times of bone-tired, dried out experiences, God tries to teach you. You know you want to listen, need to listen, but the presence of lesson-time sometimes grates on the nerves. It rivals craving a decadent chocolate cake and being served vegetable scraps instead. The veggies of life–good for the digestion, but not always easy to swallow. Vegetables are good for you, encouraged by health and fitness professionals, yet you wouldn’t choose them if given the opportunity for something sweeter, creamier, more savory or more decadent.
But you endure. You gather your dried-out bones and vegetable scraps and continue on the path God has prescribed. Sometimes, though, time is short before you start to feel like you’re drowning in the circumstances. Worn down, weary from lessons, and now the feeling of drowning. What good can come from bones, vegetable scraps, submerged in water and heat to boil?
Chicken stock. Jesus is the bread of life. We are the salt of the earth. Sounds like a great combination to make an amazing meal.
And isn’t it true that using chicken stock adds flavor, depth, and savory decadence to a vast array of dishes? What may seem a challenging collection of life circumstances comes together in aromatic fashion to glorify the One who loves you more than you can imagine.
“Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.” –James 1:17
As the aroma of your seemingly broken circumstances boil on the stove, the aroma of the delicacy God is preparing fills the house. Only in the hands of our loving Father God can the trash of chicken bones and vegetable scraps be made into a mouth-watering set of flavors required to take an ordinary life and make it extraordinary.
photo by Zsuzsanna Kilian
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