Eating

 

Listen

to the sound of the metal fork against the ceramic bowl.

to the refrigerator hum

to the inward chewing and quiet slurping

to the tinkling ice in the glass

to the napkin swipe and crumple

to eating.  Alone.

Many are used to it.  Will I?  Ever?

Many prefer it.  How could I.  Ever.

Many choose it.  Never would I.  Ever.

Or sleeping or gardening or lounging or viewing or… any  at-home thing.

For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord.  Just as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than yours.  Isaiah 58:8-9

I may not choose it, but I will choose content with it, because this is God’s higher way for me.