Thick chunks of creamy fudge crammed full of walnuts. Cheese, bacon, sour cream and onions molded, baked and spread on endless bread products. Crunchy crab cakes drenched in Chad's aioli sauce. Bacon-wrapped, cream cheese filled jalapenos. Purple, sparkly, juice...bottle after bottle. Every surface laden with platters of cookies and dishes of red & green foil wrapped treats. And then there were the meals....
Yeah, we ate a lot this past week.
It was good. Great in fact. And yummy!
But it didn't seem to matter how much or how often...we just kept coming back for more. And more.
Gluttony? Maybe.
Somewhere in between London broil and Alfredo sauce,God spoke to me about being hungry. Or rather, not being hungry enough.
While focusing on satiating the physical, I have taken an abstemious approach to my soul.
I have neglected the Bread of Life, and His Word.
And I can tell.
Gone is some of the fatness in my spirit; the stuff in my marrow that brings me joy and builds my faith; the richness of His exhortations and the comfort of His promises.
I am lean.
No, you won't see it. Quite the contrary in fact.
( You did read that opening paragraph, didn't you? )
But the nagging emptiness, the vague sense of dislocation, the uneasiness of discontent, all attest.
I miss my Father. And His Word.
So, I resolve to return. And I pray for His help as I attempt (again) to discipline myself to follow through.
And then, maybe, one more piece of fudge.
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