A Hunger for More

Yesterday was Parent-Teacher Conferences and, as such, I was at school for 13 1/2 hours. It was a good day — long — but good. This morning since it was Fall Break, I slept in.

Hurray for being able to turn off the alarm clock!

Even though this was a day off work, there was work to be done. And so I went grocery shopping — perhaps my least favorite of all chores.

I wandered up and down the aisles of my local supermarket, marked items off my list, avoided workers as they stocked shelves, added up the prices to make sure we stayed on budget, and suddenly I thought, “I’m starving!” Yes, I know, you aren’t supposed to go shopping when you are hungry. But the phrase, “I’m starving,” kept running through my head.

Because I’ve recently made commitments to myself and to others to live a healthier life, I try to respond to that kind of an internal message by evaluating… No. I wasn’t hungry — and I most definitely WASN’T starving.

Still, that phrase kept running through my head and my heart.

As I continued assessing where that feeling was coming from, I could find no reason to feel as though I was “starving.”

So I asked the One who knows all; I asked my Father why I was having that sensation of hunger.

And He answered.

His answer went something like this… “My daughter, you are not hungry for food, you are hungry for ME. You are hungry to be in my Word, to spend time talking and listening to me in prayer. You are missing that time when we are together. Me. You’re hungry for Me.”

I sensed His answer as clearly as if I’d heard His voice audibly. It was a sense deep in my spirit, a calling in my soul, an assurance in my heart that time with Him would fill me again.

Spending time with Him is my practice each night before I go to bed. I spend time in the Word and at different times during the day, I spend time in prayer, but sometimes I still need to do a more than usual. Sometimes I just need to go deeper.

My relationship with Him is like any other relationship of which I am a part. You see, I’ve been married to John for 32 years. I love him. We see each other daily — talk together, eat together, and laugh together every day. Earlier this week, I was grading papers when John came into our room and asked me if I would go on a date with him on Friday. Of course I said, “Yes,” and tonight we went out together. We shared some laughter and conversation, ate salad and pizza, and we drank Coke Zero at Pizza Ranch. It wasn’t a fancy time or even an “out of the ordinary” time. Instead, it was time spent doing what we always do. Even so, it was special because  we set that time apart — just to concentrate on each other — to focus on what we wanted to talk about — not what we needed to talk about. Those conversations are different.

It’s what God wants and it’s what I need.

I need to set aside a special time — time for more than just the normal reading and praying. I need to have a different kind of a conversation with my Father. I need a concentrated time to listen and to allow him to fill me again with His peace, His love, grace, assurance, and with His presence.

How about you?

 

 

 

The Right Kind of Guy

Okay, it’s time to come clean. I’m on a diet. But, not really.

Instead of being on a diet, I’m on a quest to live a healthier, more active life. I have been having some success with counting calories using an App. It also counts my steps and reminds to move. I like it. I’m independent in my journey, yet I’ve asked someone to provide me with some accountability. She is; I’m thankful.

All of this is to tell you about a Sunday evening, a few weeks ago. The App I am using divides foods into green, yellow, and red. Red foods are 1/4 of my daily allowance — so, not much. I have to plan for them and honestly, I don’t mind doing that. Thinking about what I eat is good for me. It’s certainly better than me going to the fridge, pulling the door open, and grabbing whatever I can find because I’ve got the nibbles.

Anyway, that Sunday. I had my usual breakfast and a fairly light lunch with my men at Red Robin. I purposely chose a salad for lunch so that we could splurge that night and go to the yummy ice cream store and buy a delicious treat. After we got home, I did some school work the men watched football and I waited… Actually, I wasn’t really watching the clock, but I was most definitely looking forward to being told we were getting ice cream. Finally, after 8:30, I came out of the bedroom, looked at the clock, and said I guess we wouldn’t be getting ice cream.

I had leftovers from lunch in the fridge, but had planned to have them the next day at work. Everyone else had eaten supper. I hadn’t and I was hungry.

My sweet husband was so troubled by the fact that I hadn’t eaten that he offered to make me something…. so I let him. He asked what I wanted and I suggested scrambled eggs and leftover potatoes from a day or two earlier.

A while later, he gave me my dinner.

It was delicious.

This is not an unusual story at our house. Mr. Gorgeous has always been a thoughtful and considerate guy.

In my fourth grade classroom my students keep a “Thankful Journal.” During the first week of school, they created a numbered list of 50 things for which they are thankful. Then in writing, they are assigned a number, they search their list to find out what item that number corresponds to and they write for five minutes to explain what they have listed and why they are thankful for it.

Today, one of my boys asked if we could write in the Thankful Journal. Rule of thumb, if a boy asks to write something, you say, “YES!” immediately. I did.

I keep a Thankful Journal right along with my students. Today, I wrote about Mr. Gorgeous, aka, John, my guy, my husband, partner, pastor, and friend.

As I wrote, I realized that there are so many things to be thankful for. Not just his kindness and leadership, but also the way he works to make my dreams come true. His selflessness is truly a blessing to our sons and to me. He supports us in whatever we want to do. He provides encouragement, care, and even resources.

As I’ve watched our boys become men, I see their father.

I see compassion and love, responsibility, caring, gentleness, confidence, and capability.

There were many things on my “husband wish list” before we got married. Thankfully, I found a man with the character that reflected God.

He is the right kind of guy.

He’s the kind who is strong and who knows where his strength comes from.

If I had a daughter, I would tell her to look for the right kind of guy. The guy who reflects the God who made him and the God he serves. That should be non-negotiable.

That’s the RIGHT kind of guy.