Sometimes You Just Start Again
This morning I found myself standing in the kitchen staring at a bowl of bread dough that simply wasn't cooperating. If you've ever baked bread, you know there's a certain anticipation that comes with waiting for the dough to rise. You mix the ingredients carefully, knead it with hope, cover it with a towel, and trust that time will do what time has always done. But every now and then, you lift the towel only to find that nothing much has happened. The dough sits there looking a little tired, a little flat, and a little disappointing. You begin asking yourself all the questions. Is the room too cool? Did the yeast not activate? Should I give it more time? Is there still hope, or is it time to begin again? As I stood there looking at that bowl, I realized I wasn't really thinking about bread anymore. Isn't that often how life feels? We work hard. We do all the right things. We pray, plan, hope, and pour our hearts into something we care deeply about. We expect grow...
