A Failed Pot Roast And How It Threatened To Define Me
It all started with a pot roast. I thought I would be all domestic and prepare dinner in the crock pot. Normally I would start it around 1:30PM and cook it for about 4 hours on low. But it didn’t get started until after 3PM. Nervous that it wouldn’t be done in time, I put the crock pot on high, figuring dinner would be served around 6:30PM.
6:30 came and went, and still dinner wasn’t ready. As the children began to complain of hunger, my husband did his best to help the pot roast along by removing it from the crock pot and putting it in the oven. It took a while, but we eventually sat down to dinner around 7:30PM.
And then they came. First as thoughts in my mind, and then as words out of my mouth before I could stop myself,
I realized something this evening. I’m still not free. I am still held in bondage to the constant barrage of self-destructive thoughts and words that seek to define who I am.
But it didn’t start with the pot roast. It actually started a long time ago.
Lies. Labels I’ve put on myself due to feelings of unworthiness and low self esteem. I wrote about them in my book, Coffee Talk With Jesus. You would think I’d be a little farther along in this journey.
For freedom Christ has set us free; stand firm therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery. (Galatians 5:1)
Christ came to set me free. I can walk in freedom because He made a way for me out of the pit of destruction and despair. The question that plagued me this night was: Will I choose freedom?
I am realizing more and more that the thoughts I entertain about myself and the words that come out of my mouth are more habit than reality. I must make a choice, every minute of every day, to choose to breathe life into my Spirit.
I can walk in freedom because Christ has set me free.
I refuse to be defined by my mistakes, shortcomings and failed pot roasts.
I am pressing in. I know what He says about me.
I choose to believe.