Old Pans and New Life

“Jesus said to them, “Come and have breakfast.”  John 21:12a

“While you’re at Costco, pick out some new pots and pans.”

This was my husband’s reminder as I left this morning to pick up a few items we needed. We’ve been needing a new set of pots and pans for YEARS now, but I keep putting off the actual purchase.

I hate spending money on household appliances, just ask my friend Michelle. She once gifted me with an $8 potato peeler because I didn’t have one and didn’t care to or see the need of buying one when I had a perfectly good sharp knife in my kitchen drawer.  (On a side note, I still have that potato peeler, it’s probably 18 years old.)

As far as I’m concerned, as long as an item still “works”, I’m usually content with what I have. And, despite my pots and pans being 20 years old, I’ve used the same logic with them. Yet lately, (and by lately I mean the last couple of years) my non stick pans have become full stick pans.

It was time for new ones…I think. 

I walked into Costco and made my way over to the kitchen item aisle. I looked at the prices of the three different options displayed and zoomed in on the cheapest option. I stood there, contemplating.  Did I mention I hate spending money on kitchen things?

I walked away and began hunting for the other items on my list.

Maybe we can get by a little longer without new ones?  I rationalized.

As I shopped, I found myself going down memory lane aisle. Those pans are nearly 20 years old, Lord. They’ve been on quite a journey with me.

19 years ago this summer, I made one of the hardest and scariest decisions of my life. You could say that, just like my old pots and pans, my life was in full-stuck (stick) mode. Yet, it wasn’t until that summer when I made the hard decision to leave the familiar (as abusive and dysfunctional as it was) and step into the scary unknown.

When I left, I took with me the only things I could fit in the backseat and trunk of my car…my two dogs, a few garbage bags full of clothes, and a box of recently purchased pots and pans. Those old pans have traveled all over the country with me… from Northern Virginia to Arizona, from Arizona to North Carolina, from North Carolina to North Georgia…”outliving” even the two four-legged friends that began this unstuck journey with me nearly two decades ago.

As I stood in Costco thinking about that crazy chapter again, I was suddenly reminded of how appropriate it was to be thinking about it all on the Saturday before Easter.

It was Saturday when death seemed to have won. It was Saturday, when all of humanity appeared to be hopelessly stuck in “full-stick” mode.

Yet, today, we know the rest of the story.

We know that death and darkness didn’t get the final word.

The scary unknown is not the last chapter.

The One who promises to redeem our lives from the pit…LIVES.

I made my way back to the kitchen aisle, it was time for a new set of pots and pans.

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