I missed church yesterday due to a cough that lingers. I spent most of the afternoon scheming little household projects from the comfort of my couch. Other than a a few new happy things above the fireplace, my letter board is the only thing I have to show for my thoughts.
But really, what if? What if I really did meet God with the same excitement as taco night? What if I approached my time with God as a feast, rather than a small appetizer? He isn't the portion that primes our appetite, he is our portion.
"LORD, you alone are my portion and my cup; you make my lot secure." Psalm 16:5
"I say to myself, 'The LORD is my portion; therefore I will wait for him.'" Lamentations 3:24
"My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever." Psalm 73:26
God isn't throwing a tailgate party for us to graze before the game. We're in the game. He has granted us his word and his fellowship that we may feast with him here on earth. He's invited us to join him at his table to feast alongside him when we join him in Heaven.
Friends, time with God is even better than taco night. Unlike tacos, he fills us up and sustains us. He is our portion. Let's meet him with excitement and feast upon his word.
God is good, all the time!