I sit and I stare at this picture.
It reminds me that I'm hungry. Not physically, but spiritually. Not hungry for the simple but satisfying taste of fresh bread, but for a simple yet transforming bite of the Bread of Life.
A fresh piece, just pulled from the loaf. Still warm. With the yeasty smell discernible and the ability to melt what it comes into contact with.
That's what I crave today. To be melted by God. Into God. To become infused.
I spend so much time resisting my cravings - cravings for too much of this, forbidden that, or a brand new one of those. I have to be careful not to automatically resist this craving too. Not to decide that I'll indulge it later. Or satisfy it tomorrow.
So as I stare at this picture I drop what I'm doing and reach for the scriptures. The book weighs in my hand like a dense loaf of sweet bread. I open and tear off a bite.
"Blessed are those whose lawless deeds are forgiven, and whose sins are covered."
I tend to think blessed are those who do not sin. And yet, this verse says blessed are those whose sins are covered. Who are forgiven.
Blessedness is never something I achieve but something I'm given. Something I'm privy to in Christ. Something I'm gifted with by Him.
Something I'm thankful for.
Something that calls forth in me a desire to please God.
I chew. I swallow, allowing the truth of the gospel to make its way into my bones.
I invite God to come in and cover me.
And I look back at the picture of the bread, hoping it will incite in me tomorrow the same craving it did today.