I was so excited I could strike the once-familiar pose of decades ago (when I was on the drill team), the Broadway pose with one arm up in the air, and shout, "La Tee Da"! All my little jars were lined up on the counter and I had camera in hand to record my success. I had accomplished something. I texted each of my "un-interested" adult children announcing the number of canned Chipotle Salsas, as well as Strawberry Chipotle Jams. Yes, I had found a new ingredient and proud of the fact of experimenting with unusual combinations which would add a little zip to our old favorites.
The next morning, "reality check" came as I began to move the jars. WHAT??? NO!!! It couldn't be!!!
The jam had refused to set and what I had so excitedly proclaimed as Jam...well, it was syrup! I ran to my now-trusted source for all information...the computer. I had a choice. I could just act like that was what I was supposed to have produced...now how much syrup can you use? I could just give it all away with a disclaimer or I could..................RETURN IT TO THE POT! Now doubling my work.
What did I do? Well, it seems God had a lesson for me to learn in this process. It sure isn't my children, who are being taught all the time....it seems to be me.
Remove all the jam...(ok, syrup) from their jars and pour into the pot. One jar resisted, causing jam to spill on the floor and counter. Sounds like I probably don't go willingly into the pot myself.
Wash out all jars, removing all evidence of what was once there.
Return cleaned out jars to boiling water for sterilization
Turn up the heat on the pot of jam and add more pectin. Let it boil.
Skim from the top of the jam..that which has risen to the top. Are you starting to get the spiritual lesson here?
Return the syrup to the jars for it to become the jam it was meant to be.
Another round of boiling.
The color is deeper red. I didn't have as much to pour back...some ended up on the floor, the boiling down reduced the amount...it is a stronger jam.
At the end I was glad I did the right thing..that I didn't cop out. I also praised God through the process that He never cops out on me. He makes sure that whatever processes need to be done in order for me to "fulfill" my calling, He will take the time to complete it. Now my once, "mistake syrup" fulfilled its destiny as "get ready for some zip" Strawberry Chipotle Jam.
(See, I might have left my bed unmade...but I was busy, however, bed was made this morning!)