I’m a “do” or “do not” kind of person. There is no “try,” “perhaps” or “maybe.” I embrace my craziness and run full throttle into whatever God has planned next for me. I was listening to a book while cooking today and it said:
“When faced with the opportunity to make a decision, I will make one. I understand that God did not put in me the ability to always make right decisions. He did, however, put in me the ability to make a decision and then make it right.”
That pretty much sums up my thoughts on not being committed to decisions.
However, I have found that “perhaps” has once more become a part of my vocabulary. About a month ago I was told that I needed to stop eating: beef, pork, gluten, yeast, dairy and cocoa. My friends being very supportive sent me this:
That’s when I re-discovered my kitchen. I have taken recipes (that I’ve been making for years) and “perhapsed” my way through switching out ingredients that I can’t have. There are so many different kinds of flour that you can use. I’ve sat down in the flour isle at our local whole foods store and compared flours, winding up just picking the one that perhaps might work. I re-discovered that I enjoy cooking, that I’m pretty darn good at it and that perhaps isn’t as horrible a word as I thought.
It takes more work to read the back of every food item, to cook and clean up. It means that you can’t just stop and grab something when you are out and about. It’s forcing us to eat foods that are healthy. It’s forcing us to sit down to dinner as a family. It’s forcing me to manage my time better. It’s changed our life and all for the better. The best part is all my “perhapsing” is resulting in some really yummy food.
Hmm… perhaps if I put an apple crisp topping inside the apple I’m baking it will give it a little extra protein and be extra yummy.