I was making French toast this morning and it started sticking to the bottom of the pan. Obviously, my first instinct was to flip it over to keep it from burning. Sadly, despite my best efforts and despite the cooking spray I'd used, the bread would NOT come up! I finally managed to flip it, but there was this layer of semi-burned eggy mess on the bottom of the pan. The French toast ended up looking mangled and tattered and lumpy. It still tasted alright, but I pride myself on presentation, and that French toast was not pretty.
How often do we do that? God looks down and says, "It's getting hot, eh? How about I flip you over?" And we say, "Um, no, thanks. I like it riiiiiight here!" God, don't change things. It's too hard right now, I'm too busy, I'm too sad, I'm too _____, and I can't take the kinds of changes you're proposing. And then we wonder why we feel burnt out.
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