Christmas is nothing compared with January … when it comes to cravings.
Carbs are my weakness in the deep dark of winter. Popcorn, rice, oats, potatoes, scones … lay a carb at my feet and it will soon be inhaled.
I wish I craved something else … vegetables, exercise … time with God.
Actually, in my carb-craving season, if I pause (and I often don’t) from inhaling this sustenance that doesn’t sustain, if I take just a moment to ask myself the question,
what am I really hungering for?
I find myself sitting quietly, until my soul reaches for something that truly nourishes and I enter into intimate communication with God.
It is as though I reach for the wrong daily bread.
Temptations lose their power
When Thou art nigh
I need Thee,
O I need Thee
Every hour I need Thee
O bless me now, my Savior
I come to Thee
itsawonderfilledlife 