As I was contemplating my daily readings, I realized anew how God’s Word is akin to the manna of the wilderness. He sprinkles along my path the morsels of knowledge and understanding I need to fulfill my morning-pick-me-up and to curb afternoon pangs and cravings. I cannot rely on these words for the next day. They are spoiled by then. Every day requires fresh nourishment. I must gather my portion every morning, a double portion for the Sabbath. Even if every day looks the same, my “what is it” meets my need. Each morning, I want a peace of Him.
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