I Can Eat All I Want
"...And the people ran out of food again..." (Mark 8:1) This short little phrase jumped out to me as I read the passage in Mark 8. Perhaps because this kind of thing happens to me all the time. My food is a little different than theirs was on that day. Sometimes it's strength to get through the day. I might have found it in approval from someone or based on the circumstances that are in front of me. Other times it's patience with someone I simply can't be patient with... I muster up all the strength I've got to bite my tongue so that I don't say something I'll regret later.