On Sunday after church I was driving home with a pretty empty stomach. I hadn't had time to eat breakfast before leaving the house (although I did get some coffee while there, booyah). So I was pretty hungry while driving home. And boy if every single restaurant I passed by didn't have a sweet sweet aroma drifting to my delicate nasal passages, I tell you what...
However, I was surprised at how unaffected I was at continuing on my beeline to my refrigerator. And the parallel to life in general just struck me about halfway there. Just the thought of my travels to where the real good stuff was; where the price had already been paid for it; and whereby my hunger had become my ally in my efforts to keep my eyes forward and stay focused till I got home.
Don't be afraid to have that hunger.
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