I am seven days into the seven fast. I have eaten seven foods for seven days. In other words, I have had nothing but chicken, eggs, wheat bread, avocados, spinach, sweet potatoes, and apples, for seven days. Seven days that has felt like a year. There was a box of cookies in the copy room today at work and it took every ounce of self control in my not to eat one. No one would have known! Just one COOKIE!
This week has been particularly bad. A science teacher at the school where I work gave the kids a project to do on cells. The kids had to make a cell, out of some kind of baked good. BAKED GOOD. They were due this week. Y’all there were cakes, cookie cakes, rice crispy cakes, floating around everywhere. Everywhere a turned, CAKE! Then she sent them down the halls to give some slices to the teachers. I had about ten kids come to my door with a piece of cake in their hand. I accepted two to be polite. They sat on my desk staring at me with their beady little eyes. Needless to say by the end of the say I was angry.
And then I remember the people around the world who live on less than seven foods. Foods that are way less healthy or nutritious than mine. How dare I complain. It is almost like I am more addicted to having what I want whenever I want it, than I am addicted to the certain food. How disgustingly selfish.
“He humbled you, causing you to hunger and then feeding you with manna, which neither you nor your fathers had known, to teach you that Man does not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of the Lord.”
May I not live on bread alone that leaves me hungry again, but on the word of God that forever satisfies and sustains.