Do you ever feel like you are grasping for crumbs?

Life is a battle and only the physically strongest and fittest survive – or do they? That is at least what this world teaches us. Are you tired of pumping your wings and fighting for the sustenance that seems to be measly and left over?

Often times, I feel like a seagull. I soar the heights, relish the bright rays of the sun and enjoy the ripples of the wind. But when it comes time to eat, I scavenge in frenzy. It seems to always be a struggle. Worry shocks my body and that fight or flight mode wreaks havoc on my body. Agony sets in.

Yet, I am quick to forget where the true feast is prepared for me. I rely on myself and my body to sustain me; but, this only leaves me tired and in despair. Grappling with the natural world is senseless. It never gratifies.

My God sits at a table adorned in a gold table cloth and says – eat of my food. For the Lord’s manna is truly satisfying. He hands me his utensils of splendor and urges me to dine with him. He invites me to sit at a table across from the true giver of abundance and the maker of the miraculous.

You feed them from the abundance of your own house, letting them drink from your river of delights. –Psalm 36:8

It’s my choice to tuck that napkin in my blouse and sup with the King of Kings. I don’t need to grasp for soggy morsels floating in the sea like a wild foul. I am not wild; however, I can feast on the untamed goodness of the King of Heaven. My fate is sealed in trusting in him and putting my assurance in his divine care.

In Jerusalem, the LORD of Heaven’s Armies will spread a wonderful feast for all the people of the world. It will be a delicious banquet with clear, well-aged wine and choice meat. – Isaiah 25:6