Orange flames wobble behind ghoulish grins.
My black ninja son has morphed into “a villain from the New Testament – you know, the ones that make the Good Samaritan necessary, Mom?” he grins mischievously, as he straps on two silver swords.
John is heading to church with his dad. The youth group teens will work alongside the younger kids tonight, playing games and handing out candy. Four year old Daniel jumps excitedly around the living room, eager for his Awana Cubbies party to start, and tripping over his own grey warrior costume. Morgan and friends have already headed out for the evening, walking the neighborhoods together in safety.
I flip on lights, add flames to pumpkin faces, and stock up on chocolate, eager for this chance to meet more people in our new neighborhood. Munching butterfingers, I type, play plaintive music, and wait.
As songs flick left on my internet screen, the silence creeps higher.
Flames flicker in the wind. Candy bars lay nestled in shiny foil. Time passes quickly for me as I read blogs, and study, but suddenly it hits me. The bell hasn’t rung once, and the chocolate sits untouched. In warmth, inside in puddles of light, I wait, with goodies to give. The door stays quiet, shut.
Sharply, it hits me. This is like you, God. How often you say, Taste and see that the Lord is good. I have, but I want to hunger for you more and more!
Filled with love for my God, I grab another tiny butterfinger, my cup of orange zinger tea, and my Bible.
Taste and see that the Lord is good. He waits, in puddles of light, with food to delight the soul. He waits, and he satisfies.
Join me, friend? Where are you reading this week? Nothing else will satisfy like Him.
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