We fast from your Word and grow fat on food filled with empty calories that clog our arteries. We use soft serve to stuff down the hard stuff; carbo up until we shut down and say, “someday we’ll get the surgery.” Let us feast on your Word gnaw on your food fill us with your provisions that expand our vision. Take us, break us feed us, bless us give us to provide your gift multiplied.
Rather than emotional eating, I need spiritual feeding.
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