You think it would be easy to know the desires of my heart. I’ve mentioned, almost constantly, how much I like to cook. Dish after dish, I’ve savored my kitchen equipment as much as the food. There was a long season where I deeply wanted a set of custom plates. Logo imprinted Fullest MOM plates were the aching consumption of my mind. Every time I stepped into the kitchen, I reminded myself relentlessly.
When God doesn’t give you the desires of your heart
I envisioned the way I would show off my craftily made Fullest MOM plates on Instagram. I prided myself on being clever. The more I thought of it, the more obsessed I became. Looking back, the whole compulsion was very foolish. I’ve been blessed with a very functional kitchen, and plenty of food to cook. Why did I still pursue for more? Why did the desires of my heart disguise themselves as a necessity?
So, there’s this saying. I tell it to my kids all the time. “Be happy with what you have.” It’s funny the way I give my kids lessons about life, yet somehow forget them myself. I told my husband about my idea, but when we priced it out, it was too expensive.
When God doesn’t give us what we ask for, we should take the time to examine it. There could be a bigger message for us to receive.
Take a look at Psalm 37:4
According to Psalm 37:4, “Take delight in the LORD, and he will give you the desires of your heart.” Easy, right?
Well, what if those desires are not according to His will? Let’s look back at what I wished for. I wanted plates with a logo. Why? Because I wanted recognition for my photography and culinary skills. I wanted someone to see the logo and say, “Only Fullest MOM could pull off a dish like that.”
And, that, my friends is called pride. Pride is not in God’s plan. Therefore, it made sense why the custom plates did not work out.
What can we learn from this?
By saying that God, indeed, knows what is best. That’s not to say that He doesn’t have a sense of humor, also. Days after my plate tantum, I was going through some of my plating photos. I began noticing the little squares on the rim of my plates. They are subtle, but distinct. I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. When someone sees a food photo using white plates with black squares, there is a possibility they may think of me. I had what I wanted all along.