Mom likes to get my girls to do domestic stuff. That’s because, as she figures, they aren’t getting it at home. She’s correct. In the last few months, she’s taught them to sew and cook. One night, while preparing cut and bake cookies, she asked, “Does Mommy make these kinds of cookies with you?”
“No, we don’t have an oven at our house,” Mia told her. Mom assured her that we did have an oven, but Mia refused to believe. How Terribly Sad. I even use it on occasion. As I said last week, I don’t cook. I have lingering doubts about what goes in the oven. My goal, though, is to es-chew (c’mon, that was punny!) fast food for Lent, though, so, I’ll be getting re-acquainted (have we even met?) with my oven.
In other news, my sister is pregnant with her first baby. I’m going to be an Aunt! So far, no word on boy or girl, still Team Green for a few more weeks. I have doubts about that, too, to be honest. Will I be as good an Aunt as my sister is to my children? I don’t make fantastic treats. I don’t bake birthday cakes. I don’t sew special outfits for outings or occasions. I don’t do…. much of anything.
As she bakes her bun in the oven, my doubts rise like dough. I had the same doubts when I was pregnant with my children, and after they were born, and before they started preschool and yesterday, and today and probably tomorrow. Doubts show up daily.
For I am persuaded beyond doubt that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities, nor things impending and threatening nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation will be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. – Romans 8:38-29
When trials and tribulations come, when the heat of the fire is applied to my life, when my faith is under pressure, I have difficulty because of the doubts in the oven. In the end, I am persuaded beyond doubt that nothing can separate me from the love of Christ, but in the short term? I choke. I stumble. I allow doubts to multiply.
Usually, eventually, I tell my doubts who’s boss and beat them back, persuading myself beyond all doubt, but I want to be strong before they, like yeast, gets worked through the dough, before the doubt muffins begin to expand.
What, in your life, produces the most doubt? How can we squash doubts before they start?