Sips not Big Gulps Taste Best

I really want to take life in big gulps. But God offers it to me in small sips. So I can taste and see that the Lord is good.

I would like just to have it all figured out. You know, what I’m meant to do, who I’m meant to be, how I’m meant to serve. The purpose of life for me, on a platter, please. I’d like just to drink it all down and have it settled in my tummy, readying me to take on the world. But God, in His ultimate wisdom and endless compassion says, “Wendy, this is what I have for you. This little bit.” What He doesn’t say, but I know He’s thinking is, “This is all you can handle.” I’m sure He is shaking His holy head at this.

Every now and then I get a sip that satisfies a little taste bud. A sip that has me saying, “Ah, now I know why I was meant to wait. I had to taste this and this before I could move on to the more advanced tasting group.” I would like to stop and linger over this. Enjoy the flavor, swish it around in my mouth and let it tickle my tongue like the connoisseurs do. And I think God does encourage us to celebrate these moments. He says, “Every time you drink this, remember me.” We call it communion. (Heaven forbid we do as the professional wine connoisseurs do and spit it out!)

But I’m not in danger of that. No, I’m more tempted to linger there. In that taste satisfying moment. To say, now that tasted good, may I please have some more?

Today, God reminded me that sips and not gulps are His way. Once I have tasted what I have sipped I am meant to be satisfied and move on to the next sip, the next experience, the next lesson. But take with me what I have drunk deeply of in this one, along with the comfort and God-confidence of knowing, that what I need He will provide. In it’s time.

O taste and see that the Lord is good;

Happy are those who take refuge in Him.” ~ Psalm 34:8

About wlebolt

Life comes at you fast. I like to catch it and toss it back. Or toss it up to see where it lands. I do my best thinking when I'm moving. And my best writing when I am tapping my foot to a beat no one else hears. Kinesthetic to the core.

Posted on September 26, 2012, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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