It started out as it always seems to, a school project for a child. This time my son needing to make a food from Uruguay (who thinks of these projects?). Thankfully we live in the Internet age and he found a recipe we had all the ingredients for. A simple tortilla like bread needing to be cooked in hot oil.
The instructions were vague, but we felt we would have no problem. That was our first mistake ("our" because no mother in their right mind would allow the son work with hot oil). Being from California and not frying anything in hot oil, I soon learned that it melts plastic utensils. Since our oil now had plastic in it we switched to another pot. Still no luck producing anything edible, then the finish seemed to be boiling off the inside of my pot onto our Uruguayan dish. I wrote a passionate letter to his teacher explaining our dilemma and was ready to call it a night.
My son however was off on the Internet again. So at 9 p.m. we had produced some rather delicious meatballs. We also learned a valuable lesson. It doesn't really matter if you have all the ingredients, if the instructions are bad.
In an epiphany I realized my experience was kind of like life. We may have all the abilities and ingredients for a successful life, but without good instructions we make a mess of it. I'm so glad God provided the best instruction book of all.
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