Don’t Live on Crumbs

Well, hush my mouth and pass the buttered biscuits, jellybean. Pull you up a front porch rocker and settle on in ’cause we’re ’a‑fixin’ to chew on a truth warmer than grits ’a‑simmerin’ on a frosty mornin’.

1 Peter 2:2 through 3 tells us to crave pure spiritual milk. And if you think ’a‑showin’ up at the spiritual feed trough once a week is enough, you’re ’a‑thinkin’ like a turkey ’a‑tryin’ to do trigonometry. Your soul is ’a‑needin’ daily nourishment ‘cause it’s a lot hungrier than a raccoon ’a‑snoopin’ around a campground cooler.

Livin’ on one spiritual meal a week will leave you ’a‑stumblin’ like a newborn calf ’a‑tryin’ to find its legs. No wonder temptation knocks folks over like a Texas wind and trials flatten ‘em out like a pancake ‘a-swimmin’ in syrup while ‘a-layin’ on a plate. They’re spiritually ’a‑starvin’, sho’ ’nuff.

Jesus said in Matthew 4:4 that we live on every word from God. Every word, bug. Not just Sunday sermons or the devotional you done read when you remember. Your soul is ’a‑needin’ feedin’ every day like a hungry hound ’a‑waitin’ on supper.

And while you’re at it, friend, find yourself a small group to do that there studyin’ with. That’s where real ministry happens, where folks is ’a‑prayin’ with you, ’a‑studyin’ with you, and lovin’ you enough to say, “Hey buddy, you’re done ’a‑driftin’. Come on back here now.” You’re ’a‑needin’ people who’ll be ’a‑feedin’ you through the week, not just ’a‑wavin’ at you across the sanctuary like a rooster ’a‑flappin’ at a hen that ain’t lookin’.

So quit ’a‑tryin’ to live off one lil’ ol’ spiritual snack. Get hungry. Crack open that Bible every day like you’re ’a‑openin’ mama’s peach preserves ’a‑winkin’ at you from the shelf. Find believers to sit and feast with till all of y’all are ’a‑growin’ like corn in July, ’a‑stretchin’ toward the heavens.

Your spiritual health depends on steady nourishment. Stay hungry as a bear ’a‑wakin’ up from winter and grow strong in the Lord like an oak tree ’a‑rootin’ deep by the riverbank.

Father, please use me as a pipeline of Your love and grace. Give me a hungry heart for Your Word. Surround me with believers who help me grow. Thank You for ’a‑feedin’ me so faithfully. Keep my soul full and steady. In Jesus holy name, Amen.

Now go on, pumpkin, tuck this here truth deep in your heart like a warm biscuit in your pocket, and may the Lord bless you better than a shady oak on a ’a‑scorchin’ summer day and sweeter than honey right outta the comb!

With joy,

Gwen