I go to the Cheez-Its. You know. When I don’t really want to process the questions or fears with God.
It seems like the best choice in the moment, but eating my way to funky breath doesn’t do anything to my spirit. Only He can calm the soul. Only He can guide our steps into tomorrow.
He did it again this week. By His grace I chose to close the pantry. Put the box down, lady. I sat with Him and read His Word and asked what He thought about a particular “thing.” And He honestly ministered peace to those deep down places.
I didn’t get any writing on the wall. And it didn’t happen immediately. But He ministered. He even allowed me to have a dream that night which gave further clarity and greater soul-blessing. Who does that, but God?
It’s nothing new coming from my keyboard. But it’s real life. Stuff happens and there’s only one place to go for true healing and direction. It’s at His feet…not in the pantry.
The Lord is good to those who wait for him,
(to those who “bind to” him)
to the soul who seeks him.
Bless you today as you seek Him, my friend.
Fill me, Lord…
What do you do to avoid going to the only One who truly heals and guides?