It was a blissful scene. My husband Paul sat relaxing on the couch after a long day, petting our affectionate cat who purred a love song of contentment. The room was cozy with the sound of the wood stove softly ticking. It was a reminder of the great peace God had given us, a moment I dared not interrupt.
Relishing the moment I thought, No, I couldn’t ask Paul, not now. I can operate the barbecue on my own…it isn’t rocket science.
“You just sit there and relax while I make dinner. How about steak and salad?” I soothingly suggested.
“Yeah, that sounds great.”
“How about the t-bones in the freezer?” I offered.
“Yeah, those would be good,” he said with a glaze of ecstasy in his eyes.
“T-bones it is.”
With his vote of confidence, I gallantly set off with a purpose to prepare a meal fit for a King. I placed the frozen meat in the microwave and set it for defrost, then started outside to the barbecue, about 15 feet away.
With a drum roll playing in my mind, I opened the lid. With a quick click of a button, I started the first burner, the second, then on to the third. Lastly, the fourth burner was lit. I closed the lid feeling victorious.
Stepping back inside I proudly announced, “Fire’s started. All four burners right?”
“Yep, all four.”
“Ok, all set. I’ll give it a few minutes to get going.”
“Ok” he said, still petting the cat.
I was in my glory. Everything was under my control with Paul not having to move a muscle.
I washed the lettuce thinking of the delectable additions I could throw into the mix. DING, the steaks were defrosted. I generously sprinkled our signature seasoning on them, and then carefully carried them out to the barbecue. It was hot and ready. I strategically placed them on the grill, shut the lid, and then stepped back inside the warm kitchen.
“Ten minutes, right?”
“Yeah, give them that on both sides and that should be good.”
I set the timer then began preparing the salad. Olives, croutons, cheese, cucumbers…Hmmm let’s see what else we have, I wondered peering into the refrigerator.
While preparing the salad, DING , the timer went off. It was time to turn the steaks. I walked out and turned the steaks, then back inside and set the timer for another 10 minutes.
Now, for the salad dressing…
“Hey Paul, what kind of dressing would you like on the salad?”
“Ranch. You know I always like Ranch.”
I sighed. “Yeah, I know.”
I went to the refrigerator again, this time to retrieve the Ranch Dressing.
When opening the door I noticed, through the window, a dancing light off to my left. It was a great flame arising, shooting out of the barbecue, lighting up the night sky… pulling my thoughts away from Ranch Dressing.
I was concerned but thought, This is no big deal, I’ll just shut off the gas and it will be out in no time… Paul will never have to know.
I secretly hurried out to the grill and turned off the gas then waited, and waited. However, the flames grew higher, towering above me, defiantly refusing to subside.
Hmmm, I thought, Maybe I should let Paul in on this. Keeping my cool, I casually walked back in the house, and with a smile calmly announced, “Honey, I think the barbecue is on fire.”
“What?” He scowled with alarm.
“You might want to check out the grill?” I hinted in a higher note.
Paul jumped up, flinging the cat from his lap. In a twinkling of an eye, our cat was airborne, then gracefully landing on the other end of the couch.
Paul raced to the window, then to the kitchen sink and started filling a large glass with water.
“Is water safe to use?” I asked as Paul flew by me, glass in hand, and out to the barbecue. I was close behind and arrived at his side as he doused the flames.
The fire was out.
“Oh well, so much for the steaks,” he said as we stood together in our sorrow.
I expected the worst as he slowly lifted the lid, however, to our surprise, we found the steaks sizzled to perfection.
Once again, I realized, God makes all things work together for good to those who love Him… even dinner.