A Tray of Lasagna

When my youngest daughter says she is going to make a dessert, I know two things about it before I even hear what it is.  I know it will be absolutely delicious and absolutely beautiful. Baking, however, is not just an art; it is science. 

Measurements have to be precise. In fact, the best way to measure ingredients when baking is by weighing them. But if you are going to use measuring cups, it must be a “good measure”.  This means there can be no air pockets in the ingredients, and the ingredients must be level with the brim of the cup, without excess. Too much or too little of an ingredient will change the consistency, texture, and taste of the final product.

Our Lord used this phrase, “good measure,” regarding our giving to others and receiving of good things ourselves:

“Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down and shaken together, and running over, shall men give unto your bosom.  For with the same measure that ye mete withal, it shall be measured to you again,” (Luke 6:38.)

Often, when I read this verse, my mind skips over the word “Give” and flies to the part about receiving.  I think the Lord may have been addressing that attitude as He tells us that “with the same measure that ye mete withal, it shall be measured to you again.” 

If we have trusted in the Lord Jesus, then as we trust Him, He will supply all we need, when we need it, in every situation.  We need not worry about the venue of the supply, He will take care of those details. And His “measure” is always a “good measure,” in fact, a perfect measure.  

Glen and I have seen that in our lives over and over again, and it started from the very beginning our our marriage. I had just graduated from my nursing program, and Glen was still in college. Once, we unexpectedly came to the end of our budget before we reached the end of the week.  We sat down and prayed together, asking the Lord would supply. We told no one about our need.

Within a day, friends called us and asked us to dinner.  And my Mother called. She said a church social she had been preparing for had been canceled.  She had made a large salad and a pan of lasagna.  She knew she and my Dad could not eat it all, and asked if we would come and get it.  We hung up laughing.  Did we want my mother’s lasagna? Uh, YES!  And her salad was legendary.  We had food for the whole week!  The Lord had abundantly provided.

This was an event we often recalled in our marriage.  It bolstered our faith in other times of need.  While we thanked our mothers’ hands for making the food, we knew this provision was from our heavenly Father.

“Now unto him that is able to do 

exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, 

according to the power that worketh in us,

Unto Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus throughout all ages, world without end. Amen,” 

 (Ephesians 3:20,21).