Choice

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The bowl of soup we hold to

with such terrifying tenacity

Beg for, like Oliver,

as though we were orphans

and not Beloved

not Chosen

As though we did not belong to the King

As though everything He has does not belong to us

Fearful of spilling one drop to the ground

as though it were our lifeblood

as though this viscous sustenance

was the be all, end all....

And all the while we buy into the lie,

 a Feast lays before us

Our Birthright of

 Fullness, Favor, the very Faithfulness of God

If only we would loose

our shortsighted grip

on this gruel, this counterfeit,

the enslaving ephemeral appetite

If only we would close our ears

to the enemy's "Did God really say...?"...

God did really say,

and He said it to Bless,

not to curse,

to Bestow more bounty on us that we can hold in a Lifetime...

Esau would've given everything for the choice we have,

Jesus did give everything, so we would always have this choice.

Choose Life.

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"The thief does not come except to steal, kill, and destroy;

I have come that you may have Life, and have it more abundantly."

-John 10:10