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Bread Bowls and Perfection... ism


 How do you eat a bread bowl at Panera?  One bite at a time!  I am not exactly a foodie photographer (or any type of photographer!), but I was feeling proud of how I demolished that baked potato soup bread bowl. I just hope no one was taking my photograph or even watching for that matter when I was eating it! I was hunkered down in a corner with my conquest and my computer hoping no one was looking.  It was messy.  Just plain messy.  And good… possible even finger-licking good.

Sometimes the things I want to reach for in life feel that way.  Too big.  Too perfect looking.  Too hard to get through.  Impossible to conquer without making a mess.  Without risking looking like a fool. 

But I ate that bread bowl because I was hungry.  Because I didn’t fill up on the chips- the fake stuff.  I made room for the real and my hunger drove me past caring what anyone around me was thinking.

And I think that’s the thing of it.  If we can let go of the distractions, the empty stuff that tastes good for a minute but then we wish we hadn’t eaten it, we will make room for the Real.  And we will get hungry.  Truly, deeply hungry.  Maybe then when the growling pangs of our emptiness fill us, we will discover that we have what it takes.  To go after the dream.  To start taking the little bites- the little steps.  To do the daily things.  Change is not impossible.  But perfection is.  It is impossible to conquer the bread bowl or to chase down the dream or become who we were meant to be without getting messy.  Without sometimes drawing unwanted glances, or stares.  

And I struggle with that.  If I am honest, really honest, that perfection thing can grip my soul.  So much that I often don’t even attempt the thing that’s in front of me because I fear the mess.  Or the failure.  Or the stares.  But lately I have been getting hungry.  And I know that it is really only the opinion of One that matters.  And He says that I have been given all that I need in Christ Jesus.  And you have, too.  He also says that there are good works prepared in advance for us to do.  And I think they have been buried deep inside of us since we were little.  

What is that thing you hide away in your heart?  That secret dream of who you want to be or what you wish you could do?  He sees.  He loves you.  And me.  He wouldn’t put that bread bowl in front of us if He didn’t want us to dive in and get to work and get messy and make something wonderful of it.  Spring is just around the corner.  It’s no too late.  It’s the perfect time for new beginnings and new steps and dreams of hope.  

Now that I have written all of this I have even less of that bread bowl left.  I think I better hit the road before the post bread sleepiness hits me!  




His divine power has given us everything we need for a godly life 
through our knowledge of him who called us 
by his own glory and goodness. 
2 Peter 1:3


For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, 
which God prepared in advance for us to do.

Ephesians 2:10
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