
When the toast popped up it actually launched out of the toaster this morning. For some reason I just love that. It's like a tiny little joke between me and my breakfast. So anyway, that happened. And I think today's going to be good.
Even though He has promised us a feast we walk around begging and telling those we encounter that we have nothing to eat. We are a broken and wandering people. So confused we don’t even know what will satisfy us, we just know we are starving. But God knows. He knows what we need. He also knows when. And how. And His understanding of the situation is far more accurate than our own.
It’s time to start living like children with a loving Father. I, for one, am sick of begging. Especially because I’ve been promised a feast and He who promised is good for it.