I love when people ask me questions about food. I could talk ingredients and methods and cookware all day. (Not an exaggeration. I really could.)
But you know what I love talking about even more than food? Spiritual food.
Bible verses, great books, compelling sermons, deep musings on the meaning of life—give me a cup of tea and a comfy chair and I’ll hang with you all day!
Food is one of my passions, but spiritual food—the deep nourishment that satisfies at a soul level—is my first love.
Spiritual truth is my primary nourishment. Without a steady stream of God’s Word, sound teaching, and thought-provoking insight pouring into my life, I dry up quickly. A few weeks go by and I suddenly wonder why in the world I’m so miserable, so deficient in the vitality that God wants to grant me.
It’s when I feast on spiritual food that I gain a sweet satisfaction that only my Lord can supply. Nothing but His truth will do.
This could come across completely nerdy and totally weird, but I’m willing to take the risk: The greatest thrill of my life right now is the quiet time I spend with God each morning.
From the moment my feet hit the floor, an eagerness courses through my veins to quickly brew some tea, grab my Bible, and head to the kitchen table to read. No music, no distractions—just me, my Bible, and the soft hum of the refrigerator. God meets me there on the pages of His Word without fail, relentlessly pursuing my heart and patiently teaching me something new each day.
It’s a gift like no other.
It hasn’t always been this way. I’ve gone through more than a few rough patches where I’ve felt distant from the Lord and unable to connect. In seasons of my life, I’ve failed to make quiet time a priority. I’ve felt empty, searching, and cloudy-headed.
I spent part of last year this way. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t seem to get my focus where it needed to be. My heart felt frayed and frazzled.
I began asking the Lord to renew me with joy and hunger for His Word. I prayed what often felt like jumbled, poorly worded prayers asking Him to soften my heart with an abiding love for His truth and for others.
And wow, has He shown up radiantly in my life.
Steadily and graciously, God has pulled me close to His side. I don’t even know how it’s happened exactly, but He has softened my heart in ways I never thought possible. He’s opened my eyes afresh to see who I am as a daughter of God. He’s guided me—and continues to guide me—into the person He created me to be, not the person I thought I should be.
He’s made me see with new clarity that He doesn’t love a future version of me. He loves me for who I am in this very moment.
I cry more now than I used to. It’s a new thing for me! I can be singing in church or listening to a song in the car, and tears just come unbidden to my eyes. Not because I’m sad, but because my joy fountain is flowing so much inside that it just has to spill out.
There’s so much I have yet to learn about the mysteries of God, His ways, and what He asks of me. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned in recent months about the Lord, it’s that His grace and compassion toward me are more magnificent and more unfathomable than I ever knew or will ever know.
God is acquainted with my every weakness, my every fault—and yet the love He has for me is an everlasting waterfall that will cascade over every part of me for all of time.
If that’s not nourishment that sinks down to the marrow, I don’t know what is!
A few weeks ago I memorized a portion of Psalm 103. It’s been like healing balm to me, soothing a soul that for too long was bruised and hurting.
I hope it nourishes you today, too.