Sunday, May 29, 2011

Portion and Cup

LORD, you alone are my portion and my cup, you make my lot secure.  The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance.  Psalm 16:5-6



You can't imagine how often I have meditated on this verse over the years.  I've chanted it when I feel the temptation of eating an extra serving of ice cream or feel myself overcome with the urge to buy something completely unnecessary.  I've used it as a psalm of thanks in times of abundance, and as a reminder that boundaries are "good" for me and that children are "delightful." 



But what is it about me that remains unsatisfied with my portion? 

God put in me a craving spirit so that when I discovered Him, I would be filled to overflowing and left craving more of Him. In stray moments, it happens, that spiritual filling, deep and satiating.  I reach to take hold, and like a sparrow, it flies. 

Sin says "uh, no, not enough. Give me more."  I look wildly around for SOMETHING...food, entertainment, things.  I know well when I have misused them.  They carry a cloak of regret, weighty and scratchy and ugly.  They put a canyon between me and God.

God gave me a plate and said,
         feast on Me. 
He gave me a cup and said,
           watch how this cannot contain my blessings. 
He gave me a territory and said,
              make a name for Me here. 
He gave me an inheritance and said,
                 take good care of this for Me.   

Yet I have the audacity to say I need another bite.  I'm thirsty for more of the world.  These borders are too tight.  I'm too busy and distracted to take care of this inheritance. 

My mind picks a daisy and says, "Should I?  Should I not?" And no matter what the last petal dictates, I feed my craving because...I can.  No one is stopping me.  I toss down the ugly stem and reach for the temptation of the moment. 


If we have not quiet in our minds, outward comfort will do no more for us than a golden slipper on a gouty foot.-John Bunyan   

Am I trying to taste heaven by indulging in the world? 

Wait.  There is only one way to taste heaven.  Go to the source.  Sit at the beautiful banquet table.  Eat, drink and be filled.  Do it again and again, until you want none but the best God has to offer.




This is the cry of my heart.

1 comment:

  1. Jill, I found your blog through Emma. Thanks so much for sharing. Your words, through God, are such a blessing.

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