If I have talked to you in the past two weeks, there is a big chance I've brought up the subject of portions. I'm sorry. But I've had a revelation, and I just can't keep it to myself.
I'm on an Elisabeth Elliot kick right now. And yes, you guessed it... I'm about to quote the heck out of her. I know what you're thinking: "Brittany, do you ever have original thoughts of your own?" The answer is "sometimes." But they mostly involve where I'm going to eat for lunch. Elisabeth just puts things so perfectly.
Keep a Quiet Heart is a book she compiled of newsletter articles she has written over the years. The first article of the book is about Jesus sleeping during the raging storm. It wasn't a negligent nap. He wasn't being lazy. He "knew when to take action and when to leave things up to His Father. He taught us to work and watch but never worry, to do gladly whatever we are given to do, and to leave all else with God."
In the midst of these volatile twenty-something years that are full of big decisions and uncertainty, this is an extremely comforting reminder.
Lord, You have assigned me my portion and my cup,
and have made my lot secure. -Psalm 16:5
Elisa (we're on a nickname basis) goes on to say: "Every assignment is measured and controlled for my eternal good. As I accept the given portion other options are cancelled. Decisions become much easier, directions clearer, and hence my heart becomes inexpressibly quieter... All is under my Father's control: yes, relcalcitrant computers, faulty transmissions, drawbridges which happen to be up when one is in a hurry. My portion. My cup. My lot is secure. My heart can be at peace. My Father is in charge. How simple!"
Now for another kind of (simple) portion.
Strawberry shortcake. Can't stop making it.
Whipping cream However much you want
Sugar Until it tastes good
Vanilla Until it looks good
Put it all in a bowl.
Whip it. Whip it good.
Celebrate good times (come on!)
Now I just need some portion control.
Or not.
