Hungry.

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On the days I fast, I think a lot about food. Not like salad or beans. I mean, real food. Like pizza.

Remember in the garden when Eve saw that the fruit was good, so she took and ate (Gen. 3:6)? I have heard whispers lately telling me to see, take, and eat. Nothing crazy, mind you. Not heroin. Just things I normally think are small. For instance: I saw my coworker disrespecting me, I took the opportunity to tell him off, and then I ate humble pie when the Lord reminded me of my desire to love and prompted me to apologize (this did not happen, it’s an example).

How about you? Are you getting any promptings to “take and eat” the wrong thing? 

Fasting many times uncovers things that are just below the surface. Desires, thoughts, patterns. And while we’re growing stronger in the Lord, we’re also more susceptible to the whispers of the enemy. 

As I explore what it means to live a fasted life, I don’t want to see a situation, take matters into my own hands, and eat a meal of regret. Instead of listening to the serpent who tells me to see, take, and eat, I want to sit at the Lord’s table.

He holds up the bread and says, “Take, eat. This is My body, broken for you, do this in remembrance of Me.”

We’re hungry for You, Lord. Fill us up.

In Jesus’ Matchless Name, amen.