One of my husband’s perks as a business owner is to occasionally leave the office during the day to shop. This is his pressure release value. It balances out the long hours, bringing accounting work home, and being responsible for the livelihood of several employees.
Yesterday his self-appointed mission was to find a pressure cooker at Macy’s home goods sale. He went after this stainless steel item with the same zeal as he’s searched for the new iPad. A pressure cooker, you might ask? Believe me, this is a vital instrument in our kitchen because Indian lentils are part of his heritage and they’re in his DNA. These delicious legumes — hard as tiny orange or green or tan rocks — only seem to get cooked with a pressure cooker.
As he tells it with his great sense of humor, it must have been a sight. The department was empty except for him and the four Indian ladies in line behind him. And what did they all have? You guessed it — pressure cookers.
Pressure is a word that I am familiar with. It was a daily component of life when I was working full-time and commuting nearly three hours a day. And it’s surprising that (in different ways) it’s still attached to me. Yes, much pressure has washed away simply not commuting, but internal pressure — to be and do (with more emphasis on “do” than “be”) — to change and grow and improve and learn — this is simply part of who I am.
But when I feel the pressure heating up, and my anxieties start frothing like the lentils, I remember Philippians 4:6 “In nothing be anxious, but in everything, by prayer and petition with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God.”
My prayer today is that when our pressures mount, we can turn to Him with prayer and thanksgiving, and ask Him to turn on the release valve.
Blessings and kind regards to all.