Hungry

Little Krissy Liz had a bad habit

of treating her Father like a vending machine.

Culinarally adept, A grand master chef,

He's the virtuoso of delicious cuisine.

But she would settle for pushing His buttons

demanding pre-packaged snacks.

On the whole, she liked the control,

and munched on her plastic wrapped packs.

He longed for her to join Him in the kitchen

studying His craft by His side.

Making jokes while breaking yokes

covered in flour and grinning wide.

As she grew older, her appetite grew,

and she longed for something more

She found junk food gave her sour moods

Got stomach aches at the candy store.

She came home one day, tip-toed in

Standing in the kitchen door frame

Trying not to bother, she watched her Father

sauteeing over an open flame.

She marveled at His care and skill
the thoughful details in all of His dishes
the golden brown, the perfectly round
and sweet blend of spicy delicious

The scent of meat and fresh peppers

Revived her scenses and then

To His delight, she tried a bite,

And was never the same again.

She mourned the years she'd wasted

tunnell vision of vending machines

He often laughed at how she studied his craft

With a passion He'd rarely seen.

Then one day she understood

She wasn't training to cook for herself

Fresh ingredients of, a new kind of love,

She wanted to cook for everyone else.

"There is more hunger for love and appreciation in this world than for bread." Mother Theresa

"Never again will they hunger;

never again will they thirst.

The sun will not beat upon them,

nor any scorching heat.

For the Lamb at the center of the throne will be their shepherd;

he will lead them to springs of living water.

And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes." Revelation 7:16-17