Father, so often I come to the word knowing that I need feeding. I’m like a child who sits down to a delightful dinner to enjoy the smells and tastes of the table but thinks little of delighting in his mother who has prepared his banquet. Father, You have been faithful to show me that I must have Your word or be miserable. But don’t let me be so intent on feeding my soul that spiritual nourishment becomes my end during my time of devotions. Rather, show me that my time in the word is time spent communing with You, the Preparer of my spiritual repast. I am only truly fed when I have met with my God.
A meal had without the presence of the Chef does nothing to feed the heart though the belly may cease its rumbling. Lord, feed my heart by meeting with me now and throughout this year. Don’t let the moments I spend with You be a mere exercise in academia or even a desperate desire to keep my spirit renewed. But show me Your face! Let me know You, not simply facts about You, for only then is my soul truly satisfied.
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