My Addictions

I have a problem. I wake up thinking about coffee and scoring hit off a scone or a fritter. Sometimes I even leave the house early to grab an americano at Starbucks and justify it: "I can sip on this a while and read my morning devotional..."
My addictions caught me by surprise this morning - in the shower. With warm water jetting my face, I was in a pose (posture, if you will) of looking up. I was thinking (without awareness) of how to get my fix. Then, it dawned on me. How absolutely flawed I am; starting the day with a sugar/caffeine fix. Have you ever been embarrassed while you are alone? No, not 'cause you are butt naked... Embarrassed because at the core of you is a hunger for a thing and not for the real meal deal.

What I need is the kind of bread that never fades and a drink that never runs dry. Lord, satisfy me.

I hung my head in shame and asked my redeemer for forgiveness. I asked him to be my all, my portion and my strong hope. Then HE put a song in me -

There's a table in the Wilderness
Where the blind can see
And the poor possess
Where the weak are strong
And the first one's last
There's a table in the Wilderness

There's a table in the Wilderness
Where the blessed sing
of his tenderness
Ever thankful for
Being honored guests
At the table in the Wilderness

There's a table in the Wilderness
All is welcome
Living Water
Come find Life
Come find Peace
Come find Rest
Where the lame can walk
and the weary rest
At the table in the Wilderness

When you search so hard for the promised land
But the earth won't yield to your blistered hands
And you hang your head
And you wipe your brow
And you shout it out, shout it out
There's a table in the Wilderness
(Russ Taff)

May I always be found at this table.