Take your copy of God’s Word and meet me in Mark 8:1…
I can still remember the day like it was yesterday. I was in a meeting at my last job, and when I returned to my office, I was met with a text message from my wife. She said I needed to get to the hospital because she was going into labor. And that was the day that my life completely changed. Our first few months were challenging due to my impatience and inexperience with newborns. One thing that frustrated me was what seemed to be a lack of memory on Neriah’s part. This may sound silly, but she just seemed to scream her heart out when hungry. Now I could understand smacking, sucking her lips, or opening and closing her mouth, but no, she would cry as if she didn’t believe she would get fed. And it baffled me. I used to tell her, do you not remember the last hundred times you were provided with sustenance when you were hungry? There’s never been a time that you were hungry and mommy and daddy didn’t feed you.
