Peas were my dad’s favorite vegetable. This is funny to me because when he ate them, he drowned them in Worcestershire sauce.
So, I wonder.
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Did he really like peas?
Or did he like Worcestershire sauce?
We have our own familial mealtime quirks.
I eat a little of everything, some of this and some of that until it’s all gone.
My husband eats every last bite of vegetable first. Because he hates vegetables. And if you eat them first, you can cover over the taste with other, more palatable foods. Like meat.
When I set the table for dinner, I routinely place a bottle of steak sauce next to my oldest daughter’s place. She pours it on any food containing cheese.
I like cheese.
She doesn’t.
So, we compromise. I cook dinners with cheese. She creates a steak sauce puddle on her plate and eats without complaining.
My middle daughter is what scientific experts would call “a picky eater.” She refuses to eat most foods, especially potatoes. When I get all brave and try out a new recipe, I’m sure to hear from the complaints department, namely her.
“I don’t like this.”
“How do you know if you’ve never tasted it before?”
“I have tasted it” (she licks a speck of sauce off of her fork) “and I don’t like it.”
Alrighty then.
Then there is my baby girl. I serve up a new recipe and say, “Taste this, babe, you’re going to like it.”
So, she tastes and most of the time, she swings her ponytail around and grins at me: “You’re right! This is the best day ever. This is too much deliciousness.”
Sigh. I’m so thankful for her.
And I learn from her.
The Psalmist said,
Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in him (Ps. 34:8).
I think of my girl, willing to taste, and when she discovers goodness, she devours it and maybe even asks for more.
Because what good is goodness if we’re satisfied with just a taste?
How often are we unwilling to even take the taste-test challenge? Too busy, too frantic, too frazzled, too scheduled, too independent, too hardhearted, too hardheaded…maybe it’s one of those or maybe it’s all of them, but we don’t even try.
Or maybe we taste, but after we experience God’s sweet goodness, we walk away? We think, “That’s great and that’s enough. It sure was good. Maybe I’ll order that some day.”
Sometimes we’re too easily satisfied by things that don’t satisfy.
In Psalm 119, David tells us:
My soul faints with longing for your salvation,
but I have put my hope in your word (Psalm 119:81 NIV).
This is the holy hunger.
The more you eat of God’s Word, the hungrier you are for God’s Word.
When we come absolutely famished and starving into His Presence, He fills us up with Good. All the junk we’ve been tossing down our throats in order to satisfy our souls now tastes like cardboard.
In my year of Pursuing the Presence of Christ, I learned how to say, ‘no’ last month. This month, I’m Learning When To Say, “Yes.”
I’ve found that after saying, ‘no,’ I’ve gained a more discerning palate.
People keep asking me now that the school year has started, “What are you going to do with yourself?”
I wonder if they think I’m lounging around my house watching soap operas…..but after a week, I still haven’t found a spare moment for lounging.
Last year was frantic. I held on tight to the reins of our home and our schedule. I survived.
Somehow I practiced the spiritual disciplines in the midst of that. I read the Bible through in a year, finished my Bible studies, and read my devotionals in the minivan, outside the ballet studio and in between play rehearsals and church activities.
Now, in this first week of quiet after all that noise, I found I’m starving for the Word of God, hungry for more than checking off my Bible reading plan, turning the pages of the devotional, or filling in blanks in the Bible study.
What is my first “yes” this month? It’s not a program or an activity or a project.
It’s feeding my undernourished Spirit with my first chance to sit quiet and unrushed at His feet in far too long.
I have tasted the goodness of God. Now I intend to clean my plate and maybe even lick off all the crumbs and drips of sauce when I’m done and ask for seconds.
I’m the sheep who has traveled through the wilderness and finally been placed in those green pastures.
Are you weary? Rushed? Downtrodden? Hopeless? Worn? Discouraged? Apathetic?
Come hungry to the Word of God. Taste….feast…..and find the goodness of the Lord.
To read more about this 12-month journey of pursuing the presence of Christ, you can follow the links below! Won’t you join me this month as I ‘Learn When to Say, ‘Yes?’
Heather King is a wife, mom, Bible Study teacher, writer and worship leader. Most importantly, she is a Christ follower with a desire to help others apply the Bible to everyday life with all its mess, noise, and busyness. Her book, Ask Me Anything, Lord: Opening Our Hearts to God’s Questions, is available now! To read more devotionals by Heather King, click here.
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