Greedy guts

I reminded our minister of a beautiful word picture he created that still speaks strongly to me, about the Christian life being a decent into fullness. He looked surprised and was like ‘That’s really good! Did I say that?’  

I couldn’t believe he didn’t remember something so poignant. But then I realized how much I do that too. Part of the reason I write things here is so I don’t forget. I read through old journals and am amazed at the borrowed wisdom on the pages and resolve to read them frequently and drink deep.

But I don’t.

I just start new journals and stuff them with soul satisfying quotes, vibrant verses and thoughts from God on life around me. I want them all. I’m so hungry - stash them here, there, maybe I could get them all tattooed on my body? I’ve run out of wall space, shall I buy a bigger house? Start a new blog? Consume! Don’t miss out on the next one. Pull the car over and note the words from the podcast before they’re gone…

I actually think if I never heard another great quote, thought or verse, I’d have enough stashed to keep me in good stead until the day I die. 

I’m so blessed to have access to all this.

Is this all for my best?

Am I like a person who looks at myself in a mirror then instantly forgets what I look like?

Or is this insatiable greed for jeweled truths more akin to partaking in many nutritious meals that although I can’t tell you what I ate this day last month, I know it contributed to my overall health and functioning today?

I feel a quiet invitation to stop gobbling. To chew slowly. To roll a treasured nugget around my thoughts and let it sink to my depths before snatching another. I think possibly this may be the call to meditation that countless before me have grown in.

I know, I'll pop 'consider meditation' on my to-do list.