I may have mentioned that I love my wife’s cooking. I am always amazed at the way she simply just knows exactly what to do and what to put in the dish. She follows a recipe as a guide rather than an instruction manual. She does things and puts things together, I would think were completely wrong, an in doing so she produces total chaos in the kitchen. But in the dining room, on the table she is queen. She is sovereign. She knows what she is doing. Would it be the way I would do it? No. Does it work out well? Yes.
Her ways are not my ways. And God’s ways are not our ways. And he has been cooking in our universe since the beginning. When he puts us in the pressure cooker, there’s a reason. We might never know the reason. But there it is all the same.