William bought me a set of 3 pots. I love them! When William wanted to make supper a few nights ago he accidentally burnt the Tomato Soup - badly! He didn't want to even think about cleaning up the mess, and it took me 2 days to convince him to just throw out what he could and I would clean the rest of the pot. That burnt mess was standing on my stove for 2 days! William behaved like a 10 year old being told to clean his room and I was the mom in the scenario. Looking back it was quiet funny.
So, after finally throwing out the mess together (he held the packet and I scooped the mess into the packet) he left me to wash the pot. I soaked it with boiling soapy water for 3 days (adding new boiling water once a day) dreading trying to get the layer of black off the bottom.
When I washed the dishes today I decided that I would just see how much I could get off in 5 minutes then let it soak over night again. To my surprise, as I started scrubbing the black stuff started moving in one big mass, and I literally was able to pick the entire chunk of black up in my hand and throw it into the dustbin. Then the pot washed as though the soup had never been burnt!
This got me thinking about the rest of life. Sometimes we buck God/world/other, or we dread doing things we have to do, or we are scared of change, or we want to wait for the perfect moment, or we come up with other excuses, but what we really need is to just get our hands dirty for 5 minutes. We need to face our fears head-on, even if it is in small pieces, and usually we'll find that it wasn't so bad.
Do something today that you have been dreading doing – even if it is only for 5 minutes.