Hands raised, eyes fixed, empty bowl lifted high, waiting to be filled…
His feet have barely hit the ground. He comes into the kitchen, running. Grabs the closest bowl he can find, even if it’s pink. Looks to me and raises his bowl, empty. Waits for his cereal, his daily bread.
He knows where to come every morning to be nourished, satisfied.
Could there be a more fitting reminder for me each morning?
God is so gracious.
Taste and see that the Lord is good.
Oh, the joys of those who trust in Him!
psalm 34.8We often don’t enjoy the experience at hand because we’re so caught up
James Baraz & Shoshana AlexanderDrink deep, friends, whatever part of life you're tasting right now.