satisfaction

Taste and see that the Lord is good. Blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him. Psalms 34:8

A couple of things jumped at me tonight. Number one eating in a place called Old Delhi which is vast majority Muslim was actually a great night. Our on the field partner would not put us in a place of danger. It is still a weird thing to eat in a restaraunt in the shadows of a Mosque the size of an SEC football stadium. That is not the usual ambience I seek out for dining. The place was called Kasim’s and it was actually really, really good. I can never say I have thought to myself “Oh how I would love to take Evie out to a nice cozy Muslim restaraunt”. It was major upside.

What God really stopped me with is the Indian kids begging everywhere. I have spent a good deal of time in the streets of Honduras with the street kids, so the emotional trauma has given way to a spiritual battle for me. I ask questions about how God wants us to be stewards of His money entrusted to us and where.

Today I found myself asking a different thing: Do I see myself in that position? Do I really have the intense begging to be filled with His love. Is my spirit as desperate for His love as these street kids are? As they would motion to their mouth, God would keep impressing upon me: Chad do I satisfy you? Am I your refuge?

One of the hardest things about being so blessed by the Lord is that our blessings can become our satisfaction and take His place. He is satisfying. I am a blessed man as I take refuge in Him and Him alone.