The other weekend, I sat down to enjoy a feast my mother had prepared for the whole family. Halfway through the meal I looked up to see my brother-in-law still preparing his bratwurst for the first bite. It’s a process with him. He is an IT manager by trade, but his love is cooking. He will spend hours laboring over his masterpiece, hustling here and there around the kitchen or grill—cutting, chopping, sprinkling this spice and then that one.
But when he doesn’t prepare the whole meal, as in this instance, he still prepares his own plate.
It is a labor of love.
Down to the very last shake of the salt.
It’s easy to think he’s just a slow eater, but then you see the way he labors over it, the way he savors the process (his meal is always so much prettier than mine!), and you know it’s more than just a meal to him. It’s a work of art.
I feel like this is the way the Lord works in our lives. It’s a process. Sometimes a painstakingly slow process, but our great God is in every detail, weaving a masterpiece far beyond our imaginations.
Even when it’s hard. Even when it’s painful.
It is a labor of love. Down to the very last shake of the salt.