I haven't read my Bible for nearly a week. I have done supplement Bible studies, but not Bible. Yesterday was Sunday, and I missed both the sermon and the Sunday School. I was starving this morning. I set my alarm clock to 5:30 and then read the Bible 'till 6:30, usually. I haven't gotten up the past week. This morning, I slept through an hour and a half of raucous harpy shrieks (I hate that alarm clock) and woke up at 7:02. If I had followed the pattern I had been following, I wouldn't have done my Bible studies. But I was starving, and I was desperate.
Mom gave me the analogy of water. When you drink water, you crave more water; when you don't drink water, you don't feel like you want it. But then come the repercussions: your fingers become raisins and your lips become cracked. If you go without it long enough, your lips will split and you will be in pain. It is then that the flavorless water becomes sweet, cool, flowing, delicious. And maybe you have to choke down the first glass, as your throat rebels. But it is wonderful.
I started reading John today; John 13, where Jesus washes the disciples feet. I love John, especially the end of it. But once when I was starving, I landed on Jeremiah and it was comforting. Jeremiah! Jeremiah: the weeping prophet. Really, when you're starving, anyplace in the Bible will do, and it's then that you remember what you loved it about it and what you were missing. It's beautiful; but it's a rhythm that I can't say that I love, just yet. One day I'd like to like it, but I hate the emptiness I feel of starving. It is Gods gift to me, though, and I thank Him for it.
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