I just made blueberry pancakes. You might not think much of it until I tell you that it’s 8:00 p.m. on Tuesday night. When I made chicken, broccoli, and sliced apples for the kids, nothing sounded good to me. I wasn’t really hungry. Then the craving kicked in two hours later. Am I pregnant or what?
After I ate a few pancakes, I was good. They really hit the spot. I started thinking for a minute about cravings…. about how I never seem to crave the right thing. At least, not at the right time. The Lord brought Jeremiah to mind, and I thought about his cravings. He had the kind of cravings that I wish I had.
Your words were found, and I ate them,
And Your word was to me the joy and rejoicing of my heart;
For I am called by Your name,
O LORD God of hosts.
Jeremiah 15:16
He was a man that lived on God’s word. He devoured it, craved it, and the Word brought him great joy.
Jeremiah had something else to say about God’s word:
Then I said, “I will not make mention of Him,
Nor speak anymore in His name.”
But His word was in my heart like a burning fire
Shut up in my bones;
I was weary of holding it back,
And I could not.
Jeremiah 20:9
For a short time, this prophet had grown a bit weary in sharing God’s word with His people, yet he was unable to keep silent. God’s word was like a fire in his heart and in his bones. He was unable to hold back what He was hearing from God. He was unable to keep silent about what He was learning from God. The word was like a fire within him.
Lord, change my cravings. Cause me to hunger for Your Word. As I consume it more and more, cause the Word to burn like a fire within me so that I cannot contain it.