I love to eat. My fondest memories of family generally contained a common meal. The feasts themselves contained recipes of everyone’s liking and many dishes. I loved to eat large portions of everything. It seemed I could eat as much as I wanted and still stay skinny. Those were the days. As I have gotten older, I have learned that I need to eat smaller portions and a more balanced diet. Less pie and more vegetables. What I have really learned is that the physical food was not the only thing that fed me. It was the spiritual food I received with the gathering of family and close friends. I learned this by eating the same meals by myself. It just isn’t the same. When we are fed on the Holy Spirit, we feed each other. This is what truly satisfies us. We have our best life when we feed on God’s word and share it with others. Man does not live on bread alone. We are what we eat.
