To taste is to suck and chew on something, concentrating on the real sensations it brings to mind and body. We do not break that rule if we seriously want to enjoy food--like the berries in my hand. How sad that so often we don't apply this common sense to God's awesome invitation to taste of Him... (Psalm 34:8)
Yesterday I walked by this tiny waterfall, which only appears for a few days after a good rain. I again drank about 10 palmfuls ... clean ... cold ... delicious ... refreshing. And yet it's just a mirage compared to the water of life that is Jesus Christ.
Have you drunk from Him today? (If any man thirst, let him come unto me, and drink. John 7:37)
If you haven't, your soul is thirsty.
"I DON'T HAVE A SOUL!", some might say. I'm just a random collection of atoms. All I am is matter and math, for a time, and I'll be gone. There will be nothing left...
Hmmm. Have you ever talked to yourself? Maybe every day that happens on your way to work or school?
Who is doing the talking and listening?
Are you in some kind of prison today? Maybe it's not a penitentiary built of concrete. Perhaps the walls are made out of emotions, finances, imaginations, sickness... Though not behind literal bars, you may feel totally hemmed in by these circumstances. Take courage and insight from the word of God to Jeremiah. He was in prison, surrounded by unfriendly authorities, in a city about to be swallowed up in war. And these are the words he heard: "Call unto me, and I will answer thee, and shew thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not. (33:3)
By faith you can see beyond those walls, call to the Lord of heaven, and wait for Him to surprise you right there in your prison.