Avocados are fickle fruits.
Combine that with an overtired teenage girl, and you’ve got a recipe for disaster.
My youngest daughter had been planning her birthday sleepover for weeks, and her dinner of choice was a taco bar, complete with homemade guacamole. You see, making guacamole is her thing – she takes great pride in mashing the avocados just so, and adding just the right amount of salt and lime juice to create the perfect medley of flavors. To be honest, she has a discerning palate and probably makes it better than me.
Past experience has taught me that it takes about four days for avocados to ripen at our house. Thus, my daughter and I made the trek in sub-zero temperatures and a whipping wind to buy her avocados.
Four days later, the avocados were still hard as a rock.
I stood in the kitchen the morning of her party, googling different methods for ripening avocados in a hurry. I wrapped them in foil and put them in a warm oven for ten minutes…no improvement. I placed them in a bag with bananas and apples…which I apparently should have done days ago, but I was desperate and was hoping a few hours of co-mingling with other ethylene-producing fruit friends would magically do the trick. No dice.
I began to panic a bit. This guacamole was a huge deal to her – she and her friends had been talking about it for days. There was absolutely no way these avocados were going to be mashable in just a few short hours, and I knew the local grocery stores almost never had ripe avocados on hand around here. And so I breathed a little prayer, “Lord, it would be really amazing if You would provide some perfectly ripe avocados.”
Later in the afternoon, a thorough search of our house revealed that all of my cake and cupcake decorating equipment had gotten lost in our move several months ago. Relieved to have an excuse to leave the house for a few minutes of quiet, I jumped in our car and ran to the nearest grocery store. And can I just take a moment to admit that I wasn’t in the best of moods? The avocados were rock hard, my daughter was overtired and irritable, and all of the prep that she had adamantly insisted on doing herself had been foisted upon me.
And then I walked into the grocery store.
There, prominently displayed just inside the entrance, was a display of avocados. I had never seen avocados in that particular spot at the store before. I approached the display and reached out a tentative hand to gently squeeze them.
They were ripe. ALL of them. An entire display of avocados, literally ripe for the picking! All I had asked God for, almost in an off-hand manner, was a few stinkin’ ripe avocados to save my sanity, and He provided above and beyond what I could have imagined.
Sometimes I need those reminders – the reminders that God is in the everyday details of my life. I can do my best to work things out (buying avocados ahead of time, trying various methods to ripen them), but the best thing I did was to invite God into the situation. Granted, He doesn’t always answer in the way I hope, but He does answer in the way that is best for me.
And sometimes He answers with an abundance of ripe avocados.