Your words were found, and I ate them. Your words became a delight to me and the joy of my heart, for I am called by Your name, Yahweh God of Hosts. Jeremiah 15:16
“Man must not live on bread alone but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.” Matthew 4:4
My words…
Praise
Your words are sustenance, written so long ago yet so fresh. You present them as a banquet, each course created to nourish hungry spirits and fortify healthy souls. They’re meant to be feasted upon, consumed and digested. Your words are not vapid, and each time I consume them, they taste different, more savory, more satisfying.
Prayer for me
If Your words were a box of food, I would find a serving size with the recommended daily allowance for spiritual nutrition. But they don’t come in a box. The serving size is up to me, depending on the importance I place on my spiritual health, which is only slightly higher than the importance I place on my physical health. It comes and goes. Sometimes I nibble and pick at Your words; other times, I pull up a chair and dine. I pray Your Spirit will turn my erratic diet into a steady craving.
Forgive me
Forgive me when I do not place Your words above any others. Lately, the novel on my bedside table has been getting more of my time than Your words.
Prayer for others
I pray for those who have declined to feed on Your words or have stepped away from the banquet table. Perhaps they have tasted them and spat them out. Perhaps they find their delight and joy in the words of novelists, poets, or self-help writers. They are content with being spiritually malnourished, as if their diet consisted of only bread. Open their eyes to see they cannot live on bread alone.
Thank You
Thank Your for Your words. I have prayed this gratitude prayer so many times, yet it will never be enough. You know I’m a prolific reader, yet there are no words that compare to Yours. Yours are the words of life.
More praise
Your words are alive on the onion skin pages of my Bible. Your words flow from the lips of my encouraging friends. They are sung by the birds outside my window and shouted by the cracks of thunder during a storm. I can read Your words, feel Your words, listen to Your words. They are ageless yet new, powerful yet gentle, serious yet comforting. Perfect words from The Perfect God.
