“Mama, I loooooove this bread. I want more! I want to eat it all ’til its all gone!” Lydia Will‘s daughter told her, sitting at the table one day.
“You can’t just eat bread,” was Lydia’s response as she watched crumbs flying and butter being licked.
Lydia wrote about this story of the bread and the crumbs because even as she was telling her daughter that no one can live on bread alone, she realized she needed to tell it to herself. Again.
“Ah, but there it is, isn’t it? Always the key to discontent, selfishness, irritation. The reason I justify my attitude. I haven’t been eating right.”
I felt the pang of those words myself, because I haven’t been eating right either.
I’ve been eating, all right. Yesterday when my belly felt a little queasy it dawned on me that I had eaten pizza for both lunch and dinner for the past three days. Life got busy this week, and with my new puppy, I’ve been running home over my lunch break, grabbing whatever leftovers I can find while letting her out and filling her water bowl.
So, yesterday, I ate some carrots and grapes and a banana. This morning, I had steel-cut oatmeal for breakfast, and tonight, I will make a big pot of vegetable soup with the cabbage and spinach in my fridge. Before the weekend is over, I hope to bake some blueberry muffins from my stash in the freezer that Ann gave me last summer.
My body doesn’t like it when I don’t eat right.
But my soul doesn’t either.
The past couple of weeks, my intake of the Bread of Life has been the equivalent of pizza for three days straight. I come to the Word to prepare for Bible study or to find a verse to quote, or I might doze off reading a Psalm before bed. But I haven’t set the table and lingered longingly over the Words that nourish and bring life.
This morning, as I was eating my oatmeal, I remembered my commitment to not only eat more of the Word, but to digest it and let it become part of me. So far, my effort to memorize Psalm 18 consisted of writing the verses out on notecards and reading them through a few times. In other words, I wasn’t eating right there, either.
It took about an hour, an hour I thought I didn’t have yesterday or the day before, but now there are 10 verses that are filling me up, satisfying what I lacked. I have 40 more verses to go in the next 9 days — that was the commitment, at least — but isn’t it worth it?
Isn’t it worth eating right?
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This is also a long overdue update on my Mega Memory Month Progress. Needless to say, until today, I wasn’t doing so well. But I still have time, and the desire, to honor my commitment. Let’s see how it goes.