I'm listening and straining for quiet places. I'm turning off world so I can tune in the Word. I come here so I can process, chew, swallow the morsels that feed my spirit.
In the quiet, I've noticed an appetite is found. Solitude growls from the bowels of spirit to praise, seek, and satiate. Brokenness has brought me to a garden to eat. Little did I know how the noise of world distracts our appetites until they become skewed to fill us despite an absence of hunger.
I've eaten the cake of this world.
In all my supply, blessed sweetness hasn't left. So I don't want to fast a temporary denial. I want a wholly abandoned appetite for spirit to hunger for Spirit. I'm seeking to satiate with the only Living food the bread and communion of Christ.
How long before world's gluttony threatens my hunger again?
Not all good things are God things. So I starve. At least I try. Starving world from flesh, so my spirit can reign.
It was in the letting go, the turning off, the goals of being debt-less, a 'dream' home left behind and many other choices of change did I realize how much I loved the world. And oh, how I hate how much I love it.
It's that appetite which needs to starve. And die.
So I seek nutrition between quiet, songs, words, and noisy spirit cries. Ravaging the Word for morsels to feed the growling of an appetite unleashed. By laying down cake, I've found manna.
I want to wait here and not complain for quail.
My worldly flesh prefers to feed on the world's produce. But Holy Spirit longs to feed the deeper me and produce a harvest.
It's in this quiet hunger of spirit that's feeding my eyes to see.
"So He humbled you, allowed you to hunger, and fed you with manna which you did not know nor did your fathers know, that He might make you know that man shall not live by bread alone; but man lives by every word that proceeds from the mouth of the LORD." Deuteronomy 8:3
I also shared this at Ann's place. For more readings or to leave yours go to "Walk With Him Wednesday" .
And because this describes my imperfectly prosed week, I'm leaving this leg of my journey at Emily's place In The Hush of The Moon's "Imperfect Prose Thursdays". It's my first deposit. I so love prose, poetry and such. And discovering Emily's is just the spot for inspiring it.
what's invisible is visible in all of creation and this is where I speak of the supernatural among the natural. (Psalm 19:1-4, Colossians 1:15-16, Romans 1:20)
It's really about our appetites, isn't it? I ingest what I'm hungry for; and I'm hungry for way too many of the world's offerings.
ReplyDeleteBut I'm learning ... and I'm re-training my taste buds. Health and vigor abide in the manna from heaven. Well worth the wait! Well worth the silences!
Bless you,
Kathleen
"Brokenness has brought me to a garden to eat. Little did I know how the noise of world distracts our appetites until they become skewed to fill us despite an absence of hunger."
ReplyDeletetammy, how wonderful to meet you... how beautiful your prose. how humbling your faith... i long to long for Jesus this way. pray for me in this. i hope you'll continue to participate in imperfect prose, sister.
mmm...you expressed my heart's cry so well. i long to only hunger for the Word, but am too easily distracted, longing for overly processed "food" rather than the true bread. thank you for expressing this so beautifully.
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