Gasping for air

Look at her dirty, ragged clothes.  Her fingers are dark brown–caked with dirt from weeks ago.  Watch her as she scrambles to grab the piece of bread fallen from the shoppers sack. She doesn’t stop to wash her hands or brush off the now muddy bread. Instead, she tears pieces off in a hurry, shoveling the morsels of nutrition and sustainance into her watering mouth…

As I sat there, sat there starving, I started to drink in the worship, I started to let His word seep in through my pores.  I couldn’t get enough.  I didn’t care who else was there or watching or worshipping.  It was about nutrition-spiritual nutrition- and sustainance.  It was time to feast, time to be fed.

Have you ever thought about Spirtual nutrition and food in terms of a starving child? I had the opportunity to attend my home church last Sunday and it made my $400 plane ticket to Michigan worth every penny.  Did God move in a unique way? No. Did I receive revelation? Nothing abnormal. But I did get to feast, something I haven’t been able to do in 4 months.  It was good too. Good to hear the Lord. Good to be fed meat instead of the milk I have been receiving. Good to have friends listen to my heart and see the need to take me to the Lord in prayer. Good to have my pastor give me a genuine hug and ask how life is in Phoenix.

It was fulfilling…

~ by airynn on January 2, 2009.