July 3, 2017

July 3, 2017
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Why do you spend money for what is not bread,
And your wages for what does not satisfy?
Listen carefully to Me, and eat what is good,
And let your soul delight itself in abundance. (Isaiah 55:2)

We’ve been ripping and running the past few weeks, and we’ve skipped a lot of things. Sadly, eating hasn’t been one of them. No matter how far we roamed, our stomachs insisted on going with us. Cooking and kitchen cleanup on vacation? Ain’t nobody got time for that! Eating out every meal? Ain’t nobody got money for that either. Ouch…but oh, those Duck Donuts were good.

Our comings and goings also impacted our worship. We’ve done devotions standing up, tuned into sermons in the car, abbreviated Sunday school, missed Bible study, and sprinkled prayers over folks as they’ve run out the door. We didn’t dive as deeply as I like, but we kept our toes in the water. I suppose that’s the greatest blessing in this technological age that drives me crazy with all the accessibility it creates: Have Jesus, will travel.

Yesterday felt like a “Throwback Sunday.” It was the first in a bit that we sat down and ate and worshipped together, even though it was a missing man formation. And really, I can’t remember when I last had fried bologna with my grits. Talk about memories of sitting around mama’s table–memories that were tastier than than the crab cakes, asparagus, and saffron jasmine rice I enjoyed with Hubby over the weekend. No, that bologna wasn’t the fanciest or the healthiest or the prettiest on camera, but it did my heart good.

The sermon also gave my heart a workout. Reverend Livingston continues reinforcing that whatever pew I perch in, I need to look to Jesus to help me “rightly divide” His Word. I can’t depend on someone else’s interpretation, study, Bible version, or app. I’m not saved because I attend church. I’m not lost because I do it in my pajamas–and it doesn’t matter what my Grandma believed,

“For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God, not of works, lest anyone should boast. For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them. (Ephesians 2:8-10)

Even as I count my pennies and recover from all this travel I need to count on Him, knowing He is my only resource. My physical and spiritual food…everything…come from God. Yes, summers are hectic, but I pray that you’ll be able to sit around your own table with your own Bible and fellowship with your only Lord and Savior, the Man who invited you to sit down with Him and eat to your heart’s content.

Blessings on your meal!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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