Fellow 31 day journeyers, as we take the huge risk to loving our zip code with integrity, we first are invited to come feast on Love ourselves. In fact, it’s absolutely vital.
“You spread a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.” Psalm 23:5
Never walk out into the world hungry.
Ever walk the aisles of the grocery store around 5:30pm? You grab at the pretty packages, create half menus in your head, fill the cart with food memories and comfort, gasp at the price, and then wheel up to the trunk of your car with twice as much as you came looking for.
Never leave home hungry.
The night before my wedding, my mama told me never to force my husband to walk the streets hungry for love. Fill that man before you send him out in the morning, she said.
And I would never dream of opening the door and pushing my nestlings out into the world empty of nourishment and love.
It’s just that I don’t often heed that same advice. I walk out the door without lifting my hands up, without the Scriptures open, without the listening and the dwelling. I haven’t spent time soaking in His Presence. I leave hungry. Empty. Searching. I find myself scooting up to another table and the price…goes…up.
I pay for it every time.
I walk out into the world glancing at every sign as if its fluorescent bulbs flashed with my answer. I walk up to neighbors hands open, demanding to be fed out of their emptiness.
When we give out of lack, we pump the empty soul and our giving does not spill out of love but need. We are a noisy gong, a clanging cymbal every time.
Because we can’t bless, break and multiply a lunch we haven’t gathered from His table.
“I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to Me shall not hunger; whoever believes in Me shall never thirst.” John 6:35
He ALWAYS invites us home to a full spread. Always. We scoot up to the table still carrying in our earth-smeared hands our pain, our lack, our disappointment, our questions and our cracked mess of a life and we are always welcomed home. Like the prodigal son, we sit at the feast and with wild eyes we grasp that this is where we belonged all along. We tear the crusty bread, fill our mouths with the warm, soft center and piece by piece we eat the truth: I am loved, I am loved, I am loved.
We draw close, maybe even lay our head on His chest like the beloved disciple, resting, hearing His heartbeat pound for the rescue of the world. We memorize its cadence.
We taste and see that He is good. Then filled, we turn toward the world, bless, break and multiply Him “for the life of the world.”
Daily Action: Don’t just sample the love of God in small appetizers once a week, come to a daily full-table feast.
But let’s get practical. What does true feasting on the love of God look like for you? Here’s some of my suggestions and Facebook friend’s ideas as well.
(BTW, I’m Summer Gross from Loganville, GA on Facebook. @athirstforGod on Twitter. Lets connect there!)
Or perhaps you could feast here, like Adrienne. Classic:
Or here: The Life of the Beloved.
Or watch this. This father’s love is a beautiful picture of His love for us:
Or read here? How to be Still and Know that He is God
I’m often nourished feasting on the names and attributes of God. Get an immensely helpful PDF with this link here: Thank you Woodmen Valley Chapel.
Or just look for a hardy meal of bread through the Scriptures searching out a trail of manna. Start here in Zephaniah 3:17.
And you, friend, how do you dwell in His presence, sip long on His love? Do share and “join the conversation.”
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