This past Sunday in Church we had communion. I often pray that I will experience deeply and powerfully each time I participate. Because I have grown up in the Christian Reformed Church, I have had the privilege of taking communion since I was 16.
And so this Sunday felt similar to many others. I wasn’t feeling much and yet I was eagerly anticipating what I might experience in this communion experience. As our pastor read the words to prepare our hearts, she ended with the words, “food for the journey.”
I felt the words reach deeply to my soul….
It was as if the words resonated in my heart and landed as if they fit….
The journey….
The new year…
All my heart longs for and hopes for…
Food for the journey….
The bread and the cup offered for me…
It is my hope this year that I will continue to grow and nurture my faith so that I can journey the path before me with strength and tenderness, embracing all that God has for me. I am keenly aware that there will be many good and sweet moments and there will likely be days where the valley feels deep or the food for the journey does not feel sufficient. I want to anchor my soul in what I know to be true….
I am grateful that I am offered food for the journey….
I am grateful!
