It’s been hard recently.
All summer, God has been feeding me with bread and meat brought by filthy ravens.
I hated it.
I wanted the king’s delicacies served at a grand banquet table.
I thought I deserved more than daily bread.
He used my difficulty to show me what was in my heart: that He was not enough.
Oh dear God, I’m sorry!
Lord, I repent. Give me a heart that is satisfied with You, alone.