I tried. Really. But, I feel like I\u2019m forcing Jesus to meet me at a certain time of the day.\u00a0 Since he\u2019s a gentleman so he shows up, but I feel forced and anxious and inauthentic.\u00a0 I think there\u2019s more for me.\u00a0\u00a0 I think there\u2019s a more organic way to \u201cTaste\u201d and see this year.<\/p>\n
I think I need to give up on the expectations from my charismatic, swinging from rafters, Jericho marching upbringing. \u00a0 \u201cMorning quiet time\u201d may not be best time to meet Jesus for me.\u00a0 As a young on fire teen, I saw\u00a0 David held up as an example.\u00a0 King David who as a shepherd asked for God to meet him in the morning with his word and I was told, \u201cYou want to start your day off right.\u00a0 So start it in the Word.\u201d\u00a0 Which is good and fine and well\u2026.for some.<\/p>\n
Not this girl.<\/p>\n
And while breakfasts with Jesus was something of a trial and error, I did find a holy space to meet Jesus that has nothing to do with making breakfast but mitigating not having a car right now\u2014I\u2019ve been going for walks first thing in the morning.<\/p>\n
After I send my kids off, I go for a walk\u2014just to clear my head even in 11 degree weather or a little rain\u2014and Jesus has walked with me.<\/p>\n
Most of the insights I\u2019ve written in this series came on those walks.\u00a0 Therefore, it\u2019s time to taste and see it\u2019s time to alter this recipe.<\/strong><\/p>\n Yes, I have tasted and seen that God is good through recipes or butter croissant marked pages, but that\u2019s exactly what makes him good! He is omni-resourceful, he\u2019ll use whatever we offer him to form us into Christ-likeness.<\/strong><\/p>\n Forcing myself into the \u201cbreakfast, devo, reflection\u201d box is like leaving the house in heels when you\u2019re clearly a ballet flat kind of girl\u2014all day long, you\u2019re constantly worrying about how you look and what people think of you. You\u2019re tripping up unnecessarily and wanting to chunk them over your shoulders at any given moment.<\/p>\n This is me tossing my heels and pressing my bare feet into the real, gritty, honesty of who I am: not so nice first thing in the morning, fairly awesome and introspective after a walk.\u00a0 For the rest of the year, I\u2019m going real, gritty, and honest.\u00a0 I\u2019m going organic.\u00a0 Not just with my food\u2014 but with my expectations and planning of this year of \u00a0\u201cTaste\u201d.<\/p>\n I do have a bit of guideline for the year, my eleven Taste, \u201cI wills\u201d, if\u00a0 you will.\u00a0 Each \u201cI will\u201d will generate it\u2019s own post over the year so for now, I\u2019ll let the picture and the statement speak for themselves.<\/p>\n 1: I will explore \u201cslow food\u201d by going to the Farmer\u2019s Market more often.<\/strong><\/p>\n 2: I will read, \u201cEat With Joy\u201d By Rachel Marie Stone<\/strong><\/p>\n 3: I will memorize Psalm 34 and start decorating my kitchen with printables of Psalm 34:8.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n 4: I will do the Scouting the Divine: My Search for God in Wine, Wool, and Wild Honey, \u00a0study, hopefully in community (Boston readers this is in the works starting in Feb.\u00a0 email me Osheta (at) newcityboston (dot) org for the details.)<\/strong><\/p>\n![\"i.4.emma-thompson-shoes-toss\"](\"https:\/\/oshetablogs.files.wordpress.com\/2014\/01\/i-4-emma-thompson-shoes-toss.gif\")
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