As a mother I am fiercely protective. I will fight, if not to the death, then at least to the point of drawing blood. I’m sorry, did you think I was talking about protecting my kids? I was actually talking about my food.
I have always felt that my food is my food. Growing up it was extremely frowned upon to touch someone’s plate, much less take a bite off it. When I met my friend Heather, and my husband-to-be, they didn’t have any such beliefs. To my horror they would routinely try to sample my food. My poor husband got the worst of it from me though, when we were still just engaged, he attempted to take a bite of my last piece of the most amazing cake in existence. I stabbed him in the arm with my fork, unintentionally drawing blood! To my credit I cried and felt horrible, to his credit he still married me.
With all of my children I have been fairly unyielding in this area. I give them their food and ask that they don’t touch mine. (Side note: they have no problem sharing food and pass their food around the table regularly.) This has worked all the way up to number eight, who has completely defeated me. She somehow wormed her way in and has me good and trained. She will eat breakfast and lunch in her chair on her own no problem, but when dinner rolls around she expects to eat my dinner while sitting on my lap. She started this campaign before she was really even eating solid food. I had taken her to a restaurant and she fussed until before I knew it she was on my lap gobbling up all of my refried beans.
Much like I am protective of my physical food, I need to be protective of my spiritual food. Jesus quotes in Matthew 4:4 “Man does not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.” I can read and memorize all the Bible verses I want, but if I am not on my guard the truth of those verses can be snatched right out of my heart. It can happen in any number of ways, from my own anxiety to an outright attack from the evil one, “Did God really say…?”
I also have to be continually “eating” from the Bible. To help me do this I put verses strategically around my house. There are some by my mirror, a verse in front of the kitchen sink, verses all over my bulletin board. When I am feeling discouraged, I just have to lift my eyes and read, and hide those truths in my heart again. When I do this Jesus fills me up and I can then share the encouragement I find with my children and husband. (But I’m still not going to share my cake!)
I have hidden your word in my heart. Psalm 119:11