The Lord looked down on earth, His garden. His eyes scanned back and forth. Then, He pointed and said, “There. That one is ready.”
“Lord,” said the angel, “that’s parched dirt. Nothing much has grown there for years. Maybe, You should check out the Midwestern spuds. Plenty of water there. ”
“No,” said the Lord,” this is the spud of my eye. When I planted him, I poured some great spiritual genetics into the little tater. And now, he’s ready.”
The angel shrugged and took off. Within nano-seconds, he landed next to the vine which the Lord had pointed out and dug with his hands into the dry soil. He pulled out a medium-sized potato and held it up. It was not much to look out, sort of scrawny and dirty.
“Well, little potato, this is your day,” said the angel. The potato, being all eyes, did not say anything. He just listened.
Then, the angel took the potato through a cleansing process. He was washed and scrubbed. Damaged parts and bad eyes were clipped off. When it was over, the potato said, “The Lord loves me and I love Him. I am the spud of His eye. I am so happy.”
Next, the hand of the Lord lifted the potato up and shoved him into an oven. The heat was turned up to 350 degrees.
The little potato was afraid; it was dark and hot in there. Very hot. “Lord, what are you doing to me?” cried the potato.
“Trust Me,” said the Lord in a gentle voice. Then He added, “You are the spud of My eye.”
The potato rolled over to the door and banged against it. “Lord, Lord,” screamed the potato, “I am dying in here. Let me out.”
The Lord smiled. “Yes, I know you’re dying. That’s My plan for you.” Then again, He added, “Your are the spud of My eye.”
After a while, the potato quit banging on the door and crying out. He resigned himself to the process. His resignation did not make the experience any less painless, but it allowed him to focus better.
The door finally opened. A hand reached in, lifted the potato out and set him on a kitchen table. What a relief, thought the potato. Now, I’m ready to be what I’ve always been called to be.
Zzzt! A knife slit the potato and removed his flesh from the skins. The particles fell into a white mixing bowl.
Grrrr! A electric mixer mashed the potato flesh inside the mixing bowl.
“Lord, why are You doing this to me? Don’t You love me?”
“Yes, I love you. I do this to every potato who loves me with all his heart like you do. Your flesh is just being smoothed out a little,” said the Lord. Then, He added, “You are the spud of My eye.”
What next, wondered the potato.
Milk , butter and seasonings were added. Then, more mixing. A lot more mixing.
The mixer stopped. The Lord inspected the little potato. “He’s ready.”
The potato sighed. “It’s over. The process is over,” whispered the potato. “It was bad, really bad, but somehow, I survived. Now, it’s time for me to be what I have been called to be. Yea!”
Thwop! Thwop! The potato’s flesh was spooned back into his skins and shoved into the oven. The heat was turned up.
This time the little potato kept quiet. He knew that it was useless to complain. Everything was out of his control and in the hands of the Lord. How long it took before he was ready, he did not know nor did he care. After all, he was the spud of the Lord’s eye. That was enough for him.
Twice baked potato, sort of reminds a person of how an apostle is readied for his ministry, right?
Larry Who 
Just over a couple of years ago, my beloved and I were desperately seeking the Lord regarding a very important deadline. We had to book and arrange a costly event but could not do it because of other things totally outside of our control, which had to happen prior to the event.
We sought the Lord for a word of knowledge or picture to confirm our desired action, but nothing came, just silence.
After a while I began to realise that the silence was deliberate on the part of the Lord. I said to my beloved. “You know what, I don’t think the Lord is going to tell us. We both know beyond doubt that he has called us to this journey, and that he has guided us to this point. I believe that he now wants us to learn to trust his character. That is what the silence is about, God’s character. How much are we really prepared to trust him.”
As we contemplated this, a deep peace rose in our hearts.
I have always believed that letting the peace of God be the rule of our hearts (col 3v15) is one of the most critical compasses a christian can have.
On the basis of this we returned in prayer to our silent Lord. “Father, we want to tell you that we trust you, in your character of goodness and love towards us. Therefore we are going to book the date we originally felt, trusting you to direct our paths, and bring it to pass or make clear your purposes in it.”
As we finished praying, only then did I see a clear picture from the Lord. I saw someone with his back to us cooking on a stick over a camp fire. I knew it was the Lord. He then turned around, and with a big grin all over his face presented the stick that he had been using over the fire. He gently sniffed at the rising aroma from the hot food and said slowly as if to emphasise, “mmm…that… smells… good”.
I looked at the stick and I absolutely knew that the aroma was coming from both myself and my beloved, as he had slow roasted us over our decision regarding the character of Jesus.
I know beyond doubt, that God wants to draw us into a deeper level of maturity and a love relationship beyond what we can imagine. Unfortunately we have a tendency to run at the first sign of heat.
(And the dates did all work out as we had desired.)
At this very moment in time my wife and I are back on the spit, it is hot stuff, but I know that what I have learned previously about God’s character is serving well to stop me running from the heat.
I could wish to be somewhere else, and I do. However, as I write this I can sense once again the anointing and the overwhelming peace of the Lord’s presence.
francisdrakeprivateer,
My wife and I pray together over our circumstances. We are looking for prophetic words, dreams and visions. But often, we , too, receive the peace that passes understanding and we have learned to walk in this peace, as you have.
God bless you brother.