The Perfect Recipe

Sometimes I second-guess myself. Sometimes I wonder if I'm doing it all wrong. Sometimes I feel like things are going well, then a sudden event, comment, or thought immediately changes things. Sometimes it's hard to discern conviction drilling a massive hole in my pride from senseless worry over unnecessary guilt. 

Right now, which is which, I do not know. 

I'm not bipolar; really, I'm not. Sometimes though, lately more often than not, I feel like my emotions are a ten-ton boulder sitting atop the thin, delicate peak of an iceberg, waiting to plunge hard and fast when a slight breeze drifts by. 

I don't want that. I just want to know what's right. I want to know what I am supposed to do, how to balance everything in my life, measuring out the right number of teaspoons of this ingredient and not too heaping a spoonful of that. 

You know the saying, too many cooks in the kitchen spoil the broth? Sometimes I feel like I'm in a kitchen full of cooks, trying to concoct the perfect, most delectable recipe. What if I have to take orders from others, who seem to have the recipe all figured out? Who seem to know exactly what ingredients to mix in the perfect increments? What if they're wrong? What if I'm wrong? Who knows the right recipe?

The Master Chef. He wrote the recipe, He knows the perfect ingredients, the serving sizes, the final masterpiece, like the back of His hand.

Maybe the other cooks are right. Maybe I'm right. Maybe we have bits and pieces of the recipe down pat. Maybe we're missing an ingredient or two. Maybe we found the special ingredient. 

But when it comes down to it, the Master Chef is the only one Who knows. Without a doubt. He's the One I can count on to reveal to me the perfect recipe. 

"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, 
"plans to prosper you and not to harm you, 
plans to give you hope and a future." 
Jeremiah 29:11

But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, 

and all these things will be added to you.

Matthew 6:33