Devotionals

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You know you’ve arrived as a wife when you are scouring the aisles at Macy’s for a ceramic crock- pot insert. I do believe today was the first day in my life the words “crock” and “pot” were used for something other than to describe a snail-like driver.

My crock- pot broke last night. Or rather, my husband broke it. In his defense, he was trying to help. (Ladies, you understand.) Yet what surprised me more than his breakage of the cooking utensil was my ready desire to use the darn thing!

Can you imagine? I’m sure most of you can. But for this new wife, the very fact I was looking forward to using a crock -pot leaves me rather astounded.

I think I am on my way to domestication. (I write as I gasp.)

“Who am I becoming?”

Loaded question. I don’t know the answer just yet. Although, I have hopes.

I wonder who you hope to become. When we finally find ourselves standing on stage for the final curtain call and the veil is removed, I wonder who we will be. I wonder if what we truly desire will be what we are face to face with when all is said and done.

I’m in an anticipating stage. I’m learning. I’m desiring. I’m looking forward.

King David of Israel pens my heart once again when he records, “I anticipated the dawning of the morning and cried [in childlike prayer]; I hoped in Your word.”

Another version of his words reads like this, “I rise before dawn and cry for help; I wait for Your words.”

It is what my heart is now referring to as the Crock-Pot Clause.

I think David had a moment like me. I think David experienced a cracked-crock-pot-like moment in which he found himself hungry for something he never would’ve imagined making his mouth water before.

David’s hunger was for more than his Momma’s stew however.

David’s hunger was for Living Word. He hungered so much for something refreshing and filling that he was eager enough to awaken the dawn with his prayers.

And what was he anticipating and waiting for?

The Word of his God.

We all want for something. Of that, I not need to wonder. However, I do find myself wondering what would happen if we awoke with the dawn (or if we “awoke” during the middle of the day!) and laid our petitions and cries out before the feet of Christ.

What would happen if our eager little selves, anticipation and all: Waited.

Psalm 130:5 beautifully speaks, “I wait for the Lord, my whole being waits, and in his word I put my hope.”

On the norm, I’m not into waiting. Although, on the norm, I don’t use crock pots.

Perhaps like this wife thing, I should give waiting – that whole- being- awaiting -His- word- type of waiting, a try.

Who knows. I have a feeling He will lead me on closer to who I am meant to become.

I dare you to join me.

Because really when you think about it, we are all scouring the department store aisles looking for a fix to our cracked crock pot selves.

I’m anticipating your dawn arrival, you, Cracked Crock Pot, you.

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