I love dill. It's a delicate herb of fibrous branches and yet wispy, thread thin leaves. It’s a marvelous accompaniment with salmon but its preparation requires a tender touch. A tenderizing meat mallet would crush it beyond use. It takes time, but a gentle pull from a forefinger and thumb works best. Cumin seed, on the other hand, requires the mortar and pestle that’s kept on the counter of my kitchen--different herbs require different tools.
It's fascinating to sit in a public place and see just how different everyone is made. Numerous times I've been told that I "look just like. . ." but, it remains that I am still unique - even identical twins have distinct differences.
My God is tremendously creative and his creative genius extends to how he responds to his creation. The only constant in my life is his love. But, how he works in my life is as varied as the dill and cumin seed.
The wisdom of God is like the wisdom of the farmer in Isaiah. The farmer knows what to plant and how to harvest it. God knows, too, exactly what to do in my life in order to get the result he desires.
Father God, whether I feel like I am being crushed or plucked
I trust that whatever You are allowing
in my life will produce the end result you desire.