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Just like a recipe that requires simmering, God started to simmer something in my soul.  A gentle way to say, I'm going to do something and I'll be easing into a full boil.  Quite a daunting thought.  He is a gentle, loving God who only wants the best for me, right?  I have to remember that.  He LOVES me.  Yet, he's had the flame on simmer for some time.  But just like it's so easy to get used to the sting of a steamy, hot shower, so it is with that simmer.  You just get used to it and you can stand it.  Well, I guess he noticed and has decided to turn up the heat a little.  I know I have a high tolerance for discomfort.  I just ignore it, thinking there must be something wrong with me.  My usual modus operandi.  But God says no to that.  He uses discomfort as a simmer in the soul, as if to say I am going to do a new work in you.  I am going to turn that discomfort into something amazing.  Amazing?  Really?  That discomfort starts to take on a name or two.  Things that can be defined if we really take a look at what's simmering.  For me it looks like inner conflict with a mixture of not so nice emotions.  Right now, I really can't imagine God making all of that turn out amazing.  But he's the one with the vision and plan, and I have to trust that.  He's got work to do in me and I have to choose to be still, to listen and to cooperate.  I need to put my guard down, to let him turn the heat up to a full boil and wait for something amazing.  This could take a long time.
 
Is there anything simmering in you? 

Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts.  See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.   Psalm 139:23-24
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  1. UnknownJanuary 30, 2014 at 6:37 AM

    Whatever you're dealing with right now, Re, I trust that you'll follow the path that God has intended for you to follow, and you'll come out even stronger and better than before. We are all a work in progress, simmering away.

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