Confession: This is what my fridge looked like three weeks ago. That day, I opened it up and whined, “Why are we always running out of food?”
Two unopened gallons of milk. Carrots. Eggs. Bread dough. Black rice. Peach cake. A 48-count package of sliced havarti and gouda cheese. Deli meat. Gorgonzola. A gazillion pound bag of chia seeds.
I was definitely running out of something. How about reason.
Today is day 2 of the 40-day fast, and all day long I’ve been stumbling into this truth: I have a lot of work to do in changing how I think about food.
An hour after lunch today, my stomach felt empty. Heaven only knows why. Lunch today was a spinach salad with shredded chicken, dried mango slices, peanuts, and watered down mayonnaise as makeshift salad dressing.
I’m hardly starving over here, folks.
I got up, filled a glass full of water, and drank half. I stared out the window, watching the driving sleet, and thought about why I was hungry. Because really. Was I hungry? Or was it something else?
Did I simply need a new flavor in my mouth?
Psalm 19:10 – God’s Word is better than a diamond, better than a diamond set between emeralds. You’ll like it better than strawberries in spring, better than red, ripe strawberries. (The Message version.)
I love strawberries in spring – the brightness, the tart-sweet juice. Deep breath. (stop drooling.) God’s words are better? Another deep breath. Yes. I believe that. Even today, when all I want is SWEET, RED FRUIT.
Why are God’s words better? Because truth lasts longer than the my ongoing cycle of crave and satiate. Truth teaches me how to live life. And right now, I want my living to get beyond the circle of myself and my family and into the world and it’s places of need.
Oh right. This was a call to action.
I took a second and prayed for housing for Djeneba and her six week old daughter Nana. Becky and Hedi, the missionaries on the ground in Segou asked me to keep these two at the forefront of my prayers for the next couple of days.
Looking back at this, I see these little blips all over in my day. Moments when I’m hungry, tired, bored. Moments when I want a new taste in my mouth. These are the moments I need to stop and pray. Nothing big, nothing long, nothing flowery. Lord, provide a home for Djeneba and Nana. Give them peace in their day. Help Djeneba not to be overcome with worry.
It’s going to take a little bit of practice to immediately turn my cravings for food into a prayer for the needs of others, but if that works, this will all be more than worth the effort.
PS – best news of the day? We get to break our fast on Sundays for a day to feast.
And all the people said AMEN. Please pass the ice cream.
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I’m excited to see what the Lord is going to teach you in this. And I totally can relate. Sometimes on a stressful day I really want a bacon burrito (like in an obsessed, over-the-top kind of way) and there’s no doubt in my mind it’s God’s Word I’m actually craving. I’m thankful He is patient to work on us gently.
Ugh – me too! Our physical cravings can be so indicative of other stuff if we’d just stop automatically going to the fridge first.
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” turn my cravings for food into a prayer ” — may you have a day FILLED with prayer, so that you may be filled…and not with food.
Thank you, Lee!