Last night I watched the season finale of the Next Food Network Star. Now as some of you know, I am a food TV junkie…I mean addict…like I should have tracks on my arms (or I guess my eyes) from repeated viewing. I have never once really made anything I have seen. I have never had the urge to stop watching and try some of the recipes and I know for certain that Rachel Ray is the only person in the world who can make those meals in 30 minutes or less. But I love Food Network almost as much as I love Lost and that is saying tons. So each season I have watched with interest the reality program – Next Food Network Star. And sometimes I thought they got it wrong. And sometimes I thought the right person won but the show they did turned out awful. And sometimes I saw the loser get a show I liked better than the winners show. But last night they crowned Melissa – mother of 4 little ones – the winner and I thought she was awesome. And I am really excited to see her show.
I picked Melissa early on in the competition as she was the proverbial underdog. In a sea of professional cooks – she was a home cook. In a competition of food business owners and working chefs – she was a mom. And she was a little frenetic and very overwhelmed at times…and a bit intimidated. She had to cook for some of the toughest palates in the world. Celebrity chefs and restaurant owners from around the country – from some of the hippest and best places to eat – sampled some of her food. And she beat them all to win the show. With a smile.
I bring all this up because I was recently asked to occasionally contribute devotional blogs to a new First Baptist Women’s Blog that will be hitting the screens soon. And I am feeling a bit intimidated. I am feeling a bit overwhelmed. Women whose writing I seriously admire will be adding content to this blog. And for a moment I thought “who am I to do this? Penny, Caryn, Montine, Nancy, Teri – any of these women would be so much more suited for this.” But, like Melissa, I have a chance to stand with the best…not in competition (thanks be to God) but in solidarity – raising my voice with theirs to praise God. So on to this new adventure…God be with me.