Feeding your soul means going to the banquet table.

“When Jesus heard about it, he withdrew from there by boat to a remote place to be alone.”

Matthew 14:13

Dearest Readers,

As we end our Mornings in The Word, I want you to know why this time is essential to me. Time alone with God is my lifeline; it is where I go to pour out my heart and feed my soul. I cannot, do not, want to do life any other way. It is everything to me because He is everything to me. It lights me up, stirs a fire in my belly, makes me hungry for more.

I stumble from bedside to shower, to the coffee pot, and back to my desk. The air is chilled, I slip my wool-clad feet from Birkenstocks, toss a fuzzy blanket across my lap. This place, my office with opened Bible, journal, and pens, becomes Holy Ground. I do not take it lightly. Sacred time invested in His Word will always give a return.

“so my word that comes from my mouth will not return to me empty, but it will accomplish what I please and will prosper in what I send it to do.” Isaiah 55:11 (CSB)

When I am in a place of wrestling, a place of questioning, searching for answers. I may not get the answers I seek for, but, I can look back through the pages and trace God’s hand in my life, see His faithfulness.

“Ask, and it will be given to you. Seek, and you will find. Knock, and the door will be opened to you.” Matthew 7:7 (CSB)

There are days when mere crumbs are served, and there are days of feasting. Bits keep me going back for more. The more I seek, the more I find God.

If you are not already spending time alone with God, I want to encourage you to begin. Small beginnings and consistency will turn your investment of time into a banquet, a feast of words, guidance, and wisdom. Feeding your soul will give you the strength to feed those in your life.

Sweet Reader, I pray that you will invest time in feeding your soul. 

Feeding your soul is going to the banquet table. Just as you are, He meets you there. 

Gifts of Grace

PS: I cannot end Mornings in The Word without a thank you to my Sweet Man. He wields the dustbuster with the best of them. A dear Sister in Christ who selflessly put her editor eyes on my words, lending me encouragement and support. My Soul Sister for faithfully delivering hot soup and goodies, lest we starve! I love you all! You make time in my writing chair more comfortable! I am off to dust! -smile- 

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I’m blessed to serve you in this place, to share with you the Gifts of Grace as I journey through the wilderness. I picture you across the table, hands wrapped tightly around your cup, sharing life, and laughter, and tears. As I share with you, my daily struggles, I long to hear what yours may be. You can do that by commenting below or reaching out to me here.