“My soul will be satisfied as with the richest of foods;
with singing lips my mouth will praise you.”
Psalm 63:5
Dear Father,
Being born in the Deep South, I grew up on soul-food. Most of that food was grown fresh in our back yard by my folks and one not so happy youngster. I didn’t want to plant them, tend them, pick them, nor did I want to eat them. As a child I detested, protested, contested and vowed that when I grew up I would never eat that kind of food again. But now that I’m well into the middle years I find that my taste has changed and I long for those foods that nourished me as a child. Kind of like how I long for the soul food of your Word. There is a hunger deep in my heart for spiritual nourishment. I need food that not only satisfies but also sustains. Don’t give me marshmallow religion that tastes sweet but is only filled with air. Puff-n-Fluff ain’t gonna cut it for the long haul. I tried it and had my fill of that in the twenties of my life and just about starved to death in spirit and didn’t even know it. It was a long, slow demise but somewhere along the way I got a whiff of some soul food and it reawakened a hunger for more of you. You filled me up then and you keep on filling now. You strengthened my malnourished spirit and caused me to begin to grow again. Now I am satisfied with a full heart and a full heart just has to spill out in songs and words of praise. Father, please be honored to accept my praise to you today.
Pass the peas please…
Love,
Penny
