The past few days for me have been the sort of days when you just mechanically remember that you should probably eat. When there is turmoil in our lives, it usually makes us either eat more or eat less. I've done both.
It is 9:10 p.m. and I only just realized about 10 minutes ago that other than nibbling on something briefly around noon, I have eaten very little all day. Though I was not hungry I knew that as difficult as it was... it is not good for me to simply live off my uh... own body fat. I needed true nourishment. If my husband was home right now, he'd be scolding me!
Not really caring what I ate, I entered the kitchen and suddenly my eyes fell on the fresh loaf of bread I had baked earlier that day. My mouth began to water. Hmmm... I cut a couple of thick crusty slices, made myself a sandwich and grabbed a container of cherry yogurt.
Something interesting happened the moment I began to digest that bread. My spirits began to lift and I felt energy begin to course through my body. I became much more alert and I suddenly became aware that there had been a dull ache in my head. I became aware of it because now... it was gone.
As I continued my simple meal, I reflected on how simply munching on a piece of bread made such a difference, not just to my physical body but to my mind and spirit as well. No wonder Jesus said:
...I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never go hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty. John 6:35
He doesn't just satisfy us. He completely rejuvenates us spiritually and mentally as well as physically.