Feed My Sheep

by Julie Walton, Ph.D.

I was thinking earlier today how I’ve never really been hungry, nor afraid that I might never have enough to eat.  Oh, I’ve fasted, but, even then, I usually drink tea w/a little sugar to get through the period without suffering a colossal headache.  On the 24-hour solo we experienced on the Costa Rica Outward Bound trip, it seemed too hot to eat anyway.  No, I am not skin and bones.  I don’t have to worry about the quality or quantity of my protein intake.  My day to day activities are not fogged by a growling stomach or sugar-starved brain.  Oh!  How ungrateful I am when I forget that all my sustenance comes from God!  When I fail to relieve the hunger of another once I’ve realized his/her dilemma.  And, when I remain anesthetized and apathetic to the fact that people are hungry in every corner of this world- even here in my own little corner of West Michigan.  LORD!  Give us a renewed and fresh desire to feed your sheep, both with real, physical food, and your very own Word.