When Bitter Coffee Tastes Sweet

For breakfast this morning I had a healthy serving of harsh reality.  I DO NOT buffett my body…I banquet it.  Every impulse of my life is that of comfort.  The driving force behind every decision I make, every step I take, every moments sake, is for Comfort.  Not the lasting comfort Christ can bring, but the temporary comfort or fixes the world offers.  The sugar rush.  I read a simple passage in Genesis where Abraham is sitting in the shade of his tent in the hottest part of the day.  I complain when the air in the office isn’t working.  Then he offers weary travelers a bit of bread to refresh them.  I get angry if there isn’t protein and a vegetable with my meal.  I am so easily disgruntled that I always am.  Why isn’t a little bread and a shady spot enough?  Because I am weak.  Because I’m a baby.  Because I care more about my flesh than anything else…but thank God for grace.