Aight homies and homettes.
Another morning...though I missed yesterday morning's activities, I'm back on the ball, thank God.
Read/don't read (your choice): Juan (John) 6:25-36.
I'm getting pan (bread) from the sky! Yep, so I got this super cool deal (Actually everyone got this deal, but some people didn't want it. Don't know why) that if I want to live forever and ever in PARADISE (WOOT WOOT!!), all I have to do is go to the guy who owns the place and ask for *bread. The bread that gives me access to this sweet joint. But when I go to ask for this bread, the guy tells me that it's not necessary because HE can give me access because HE's the real key to this ballin' crib. He said that he's more than the bread that was sent earlier.
Of Satisfaction
That's what this chapter in this Love Letter is saying. "El que viene a mí, nunca tendrá hambre, el que cree en mí, no tendrá sed jamás." vs. 35. If I'm willing (making choices, thus moments), to go to Jesus, I can find continual satisfaction and not feel the hole of needing a guy to make me feel like 'Ah yea. Mi vida es completa.' Not necessary.
I can feel like some may think "Whoa, what a large claim this Jesus guy is making. Being completely satisfied in all aspects of my life is not an easy task." For me, it's getting rid of the desires to fill my life with what society says is necessary. When I watch TV, it's one commercial or TV show giving me hints about what I should be wearing, buying, having to get where I need to in this life. I'm not trying to be bombarded with these never ending messages that say that crazy is in, but only until Lady Gaga wears crazy out, then posh and prim are in.
God didn't come to change the way my physical appearances look to society, but He came to show me that there is so much more to that to reach satisfaction. He's reassured me that I can, first, be satisfied in Him and the life He aims to give me and, secondly, be satisfied in who He's made me into (someone beautiful of course :) ) and the, once again, amazing plans He's got for me.
Okay, I'm pretty satisfied. Más que pan? I think so. More than Loaves.
*bread=the key to Paradise in this case
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