Burning the midnight oil…that’s when the fears come.
Alone with the computer, searching for affirmation; searching for “good enough.” The wired wireless draws me in and offers me life. But it’s empty and it gnaws at my heart like an unfed belly.
Trying to find life in something other than my Jesus always fails me. I’m thankful it does because in my starvation I crawl to Him, the only One who can feed me life.
So I take a seat at His full banquet table and I sense He is telling me to take what I need. I take. And I eat and I swallow life down into my spirit where His meets mine and I am nestled and nourished. I can’t get enough.
I want more, and He offers more, and He offers drink and it is all so good. This is the kind of gluttony that results in a fattened spirit so I’m taking all the calories I can cram in.
He is better than ice cream.
And there is always enough to go around.