The thing is, this has nothing to do with food & everything to do with our daily lives. We go to every source we can, running to & fro so many objects of attention, lusting after something to fill the gap. All I want is something to run off of, something to leave me feeling not only full, but satisfied.
So I wander.
I find somebody to love me, to look forward to seeing every day, to fill my every waking minute. They consume my mind, leading me to waters- & I dive in, seeing that the water is great, & makes me feel so loved & cared for & it's temporary. Because that darling's motives have been met & now there's better, more exciting innocence that I can't give the way she can. So I'm left missing my heart, knowing where I placed it but unable to reach it. Wondering if I'll ever be on the mend, ever be whole again.
So I wander.
I find somebody to love me, to look forward to seeing every day, to fill my every waking minute. They consume my mind, leading me to waters- & I dive in, seeing that the water is great, & makes me feel so loved & cared for & it's temporary. Because that darling's motives have been met & now there's better, more exciting innocence that I can't give the way she can. So I'm left missing my heart, knowing where I placed it but unable to reach it. Wondering if I'll ever be on the mend, ever be whole again.
Her storehouses are full like I've never seen them- all twelve. She knows money isn't the root of evil, but that it's actually the love of money. Considering herself safe, she is sure to let everyone know how much she has been blessed with, bribing people to spend time with her by buying them whatever they want, telling them all the things her money has done for her, how far it's brought her. He's earned her three men to move in & mooch off her, buying them anything & everything. Her money speaks for her, as she buys more, hoping that buying their time could turn into their love. He's earned her a weight loss surgery that surprisingly doesn't do anything for people with still glutenous tendencies. He's earned her a brand new castle- her dream blueprint before her eyes. But when none of those 'true' friends want to sit down in the kitchen, heart to heart over a cup of healing coffee, what's her sanctuary other than lonely?
He's the first. First to hear that great band that is so overplayed now, first to come into adulthood & dispute politics with older generations, first to start the new sophisticated style that everyone's now caught on to. Music is all he knows, where he places his comfort. Everyone loves him because of his taste, because he knows his way is the best way. But when the musics stripped away, & all that's left is silence to be filled by speaking hearts, what is he? When there's nothing left to prove, who is he, anyways?
All our routes are the greatest fondue. Indulging in many small bites of different things, looking for the last piece where we stop dead in our tracks & say It is finished! No more running wild- this is life abundant! But the moment never comes, because the bite sized slivers of tasty treats are just that- bite sized- & we need something more meaty to end our hunger.
Take as you please.
FREE! That's all I hear following Jesus' 'why buy what won't satisfy you'. One minute I'm stealing a grape out of the sealed bags at Giant Eagle, the next minute I'm being given a free sample at Sam's Club. You mean there's a home remedy to this broken heart, even though part is lost? & it's something free?
Come, all you who are thirsty,
come to the waters;
& you who have no money,
come, buy & eat!
Come, buy wine & milk
without money & without cost.
Why spend money on what is not bread,
& your labor on what does not satisfy?
Listen, listen to me, & eat what is good,
& your soul will delight in the richest of fare.
Give ear & come to me;
hear me, that your soul may live.
I will make an everlasting covenant with you,
my faithful love promised to David.
(Isaiah 55:1-3)
Inside a pickle.
Sex, food, music, money- none of them meant to be what we make of them. We can thank Satan for that. The king of lies tells us we need them. He says they make us- without them, we're nothing. So we fall into his trap, the same trap he used with Eve. We see that they seem harmless & we sense the pleasure. So we indulge, turning from a people made for the creator to a people worshiping the created. We catch ourselves in a bit of a pickle.
On the last day of the feast, Jesus stood & said in a loud voice, "If anyone is thirsty, let him come to me & drink. Whoever believes in me, as the Scripture has said, streams of living water will flow from within him."
(John 7:37-38)
Free[dom]
Now the Lord is the Spirit, & where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.
(2 Corinthians 3:17)
I want it. If Jesus says its ours, then you can bet your bottom dollar it is, because he's truth. But what do I do? Sit here & say "Okay, I'm thirsty. Where's the bottle?"
But whenever anyone turns to the Lord, the veil is taken away. (v. 16)
Bible scholars would probably ask what that looks like- so here's an answer. Luke 15:11-31. Wherever you are, whether far off or not far off from where you should be, running into the Father's arms. Don't undermine the beginning of the common parable, either. Often times, we skip ahead to the climax (to us), when
...he was still a long way off, his father saw him & was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him & kissed him.
(Luke 15:20)
That is so great! I want to be swept off my feet by my loving father, knowing his love for me is bigger than what I've done. But, don't miss the first part of the verse (before the "..."):
So he got up & went to his father. (v. 20)
See, the passionate love story is more than the Father swooping his beloved one into his arms; it begins in the heart change. The turning point. The point where we are moved enough emotionally to 'get up & go' physically & spiritually.
Moving on to glowing things.
So you turned. You decided the pretty things weren't what they seemed. At the Father's feet you pleaded, asking him to take away the thorn from your flesh, because you want to be his & you long to be in his presence. Quite frankly, at the breaking point, he's quite possibly all you have- we are a people of procrastination.
And we, who with unveiled faces reflect the Lord's glory, are being transformed into his likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.
(2 Corinthians 3:18)
Maybe this is the beginning, the first time you have even known love was a person before it was an action. So you have been made new in Christ! (2 Corinthians 5:17-21) All the garbage that has made you- it is finished. He has stripped you of it all, & called you his own. How marvelous. But then again, maybe this is beyond the first step, maybe this is the test of faith- the trials- & you feel as though you couldn't of fallen farther from the truth. After a tremendous backslide, you're ready to get back on the horse & replay the game of heavenly pursuit.
Come near to God & he will come near to you.
(James 4:8)
Do you hear his beckoning? Turn your hunger towards him, & let the games begin. He is faithful.
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