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Lunch Buddy

"Mom I ate lunch by myself at school today." Instantly I wondered what Katie Beth had done to keep her from the table with the other children. Children are seated by themselves for two reasons:Peanut allergy or as a consequence.

I ask "Why did you have to sit by yourself KB? " She answered that she had forgotten her money in the classroom and come into the lunch room after all the seats were taken. "Mom it was wonderful. There was peace and quiet and I could hear God clearly. It was perfect I wish I could sit with God everyday." I was amazed. About this time Brad chimed in "Katie Beth sometimes I spend my time with God as my lunch buddy." They talked back and forth about how great it was to have this precious time with the Lord.

Next I heard Brad give Katie Beth a warning. "Princess remember Satan tries to turn the good things of God into bad. Satan is going to tell you when you are alone with God that you do not have any friends and that because all have rejected you your only choice is to go to God. This is not true. It is a lie and you tell that rejection to leave you alone you are a precious child of God just like your mommy sings to you."

I have had a couple of weeks to ponder this. I eat lunch by myself most days. Sometimes God is my lunch buddy other times it is Facebook or twitter. Is this a virtual way I keep myself from feeling rejected and lonely?

Honestly the thing that humbles me most is both my husband and daughter seek out time with the Lord in the middle of the day and though I very easily could, I don't. Truth be told I get WAY more excited when Ginny calls and asks me to meet in Argyle for Mexican. Why do I get more excited about spending time with others than with HIM? And then there is the idol of Mexican food (wink) I am actually pondering giving it up for lent.

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