“I don’t want that!”
A familiar scene in our house unfolds as I announce the meal planned for the night. My sweet food-finicky child invariably complains about my well-deliberated choice.
This night hamburgers were on the menu, and I knew it would garner at least one complaint. Thankfully, my husband was on hand and heard the comment. In his official highway patrolman voice, he proclaimed we were still cooking burgers and this child was going to eat one!
I also decided to put the time into making homemade potato skins to go with burgers. What’s not to love about them? Cheese, bacon, ranch dressing. I’m hungry just thinking of them. If our lovely child decided to seriously protest the hamburgers, at least he could fill up on those.
As I stood in the kitchen scooping out the potato, I felt God whisper that I do the same thing with Him spiritually.
Ouch. Thanks, God, for putting me in my place.
Sometimes, when God calls us to the table for spiritual food, we say, “I don’t want that!”
Read the rest over on my first post over on Deeper Waters