Instant Read

You would think I was the best Mom ever. The very best. In a crowded  restaurant came a voice loud enough for everyone to hear, “This is awesome, thanks Mom.”

Are you kidding me? This is all it takes to get a “This is awesome, Mom?” I had just given my 23 year old son an instant read thermometer. Yes, you heard me right, no he wasn’t sick. I gave him a thermometer that measures meat temperature in a hot oven. He likes to cook. He likes accuracy. He is of the male species and no matter what hobby they take up, they like tools. This is a cooking tool, one for insuring that whatever delicacy you are making it won’t overcook, get dry, and have to be covered with a sauce if you mess up.

Little did I know how important that tool was to him. He has secretly been wanting one for several months. Instant read, instant success! At least that is how I like to think of it.

Lately I have been having trouble reading my emotions. I wish there was a tool for accurately  reading ones soul. Sometimes in a storm it’s just plain hard to see. The wind and rain whip you around and it’s all you can do to put one foot in front of another. There isn’t time or energy to even figure out if you are wet. You just know you have to keep moving so you won’t drown or get lost in the storm.

It is in those times when my head is down bracing against the elements that I remember a very important truth. Trust. Faith. Trust and Faith. Trust, Faith and God. You see, one really doesn’t coexist without the other. You can’t have faith without trust. You can’t have trust without faith. More importantly, you can’t have trust and faith without God. He is the source, he is the author and the giver of faith. When you don’t have any, you just have to ask.

I might not be able  to figure out if I am wet or cold in a storm, or what temperature my swirling emotions might be but I do know this. God is my instant read thermometer. He knows instantly what I need. He knows my temperature. He is my El Roi, the God who sees. He is my El Shaddai, the God who is enough. He is my Elohim, the creator of my soul. He knows, He sees, He is enough. He won’t subject me to the elements to destroy me or in culinary terms, let me overcook! Thank goodness, that wouldn’t be pretty.

He won’t let me walk in the storm with my head down forever. He will give blessings as Psalm 84 says, “Though I walk through the valley of weeping, there will be pools of blessings after the rain.”