Don't you realize that in a race everyone runs, but only one person gets the prize? So run to win!
1 Corinthians 9:24 (NLT)
10 days, and nearly a third of the way into my commitment of sacrificial prayer for my husband. Each day I tell him what I’m praying about...we talk about the day ahead, what’s planned, or in the evenings what transpired. This may not be the kind of conversation occurring between spouses everywhere, but as for me and my house…
Today I thank God that my husband is called, not driven.
Being driven gets a bad rap. According to Mark Oestreicher, youth minister and partner in an organization called The Youth Cartel,
“being driven coerces us. Passion (I’m defining passion as a calling for purposes of this discussion…)seduces us; being driven guilts us. Passion is invitational; being driven is prescriptive. Passion is inquisitive; being driven is punitive. Passion is full of emotion; being driven is cold and calculating.”
This morning I thanked God that the man I know has been called; has passion about what he does. He knew what he wanted to become in life as a child (thankfully, our children are that way…unike their dreamer of a mom), and accomplished it. He has pursued his calling professionally, uses that talent for family and friends, and has occasionally been called upon (I didn’t write that on purpose, I promise) to use his talents for our church. He lives his passion, and enjoys what he does. I think that is exceptional, and while I was talking to God, I thanked Him for that too.
Speaking of talking, I found a quote that ended up on FB as my status update…Diana Robinson said, “Prayer is when you talk to God; meditation is when you listen...“ I like that…and I think I’ve talked enough for one day. So, I’m off to run my errands, and then back to clean my house. And warm leftovers, including the macaroni pie I made for Sunday dinner (Macaroni Pie is NOT the same as Mac and Cheese, though it is very good, and yes, there is a recipe coming…)
Lord, I’m listening now, and knowing that I will hear Your Voice, knowing that You love me enough to talk to me, is my blessing. My daily reminder that God is good.
Today’s Feast: Macaroni Pie
Backstory~ Macaroni Pie is NOT Mac and Cheese. Macaroni Pie is the Caribbean cousin on steroids, so dense that bubbling right out of the oven, it must be cut into squares. Every family makes it theirs, using a particularly shaped pasta, adding minced garlic, onion, pepper, and/or a blend of cheeses. We eat both my mother’s Mac and Cheese, and the Macaroni Pie I have come to love. I usually riff my own recipes, but this one you gotta get right, so I am borrowing this from the Naparima Girls School Cookbook.
I package (8 oz) macaroni (any shape you have will do)
2 C cheese (I mix yellow and white cheddar, add some shaved parmesan, and always go liberal in the measure)
1 can evaporated milk
Dash of salt
¼ t white pepper
Dash of garlic powder
Cook and drain the pasta. Beat the eggs until they are fluffy and add remaining ingredients, reserving about ¼ C of cheese. Preheat oven to 350, and bake until firm, at least 30 minutes.
Enjoy, particularly with brown stewed chicken and a watercress and arugula salad (ooh, don’t get me started!)