I can’t cook – or at least I do not count myself as a cooker!
I can prepare a meal, with the required degree of competence, and without it being toxic. But, rather like painting by numbers, I need instructions to follow, even if they are only in my head.
I consider a cook to be someone who can prepare food instinctively. Yes, they will have a plan, but can add ingredients for fun, and in their minds have some idea of its effect, and whether it will work or not. In short, a cook is someone who prepares food with a sense of adventure. I prepare food as if working an assembly line.
But then again, as my wife points out, I tend to think of a meal as a re-fuelling stop. I’m not as much of a culinary philistine these days, but that’s probably my default. Perhaps I simply lack the imagination to be a chef, so my (possibly) burgeoning cordon bleu credentials are totally inhibited.
God is a master creator, and is described as a potter who can work clay. He understands how a person works like no one else, and how to set a person free to flourish.
As you trust him, don’t expect him to necessarily work to what you think is the recipe, but know this – the fragrance of grace always accompanies what he is doing.