A simple definition of anorexia could be chosen starvation.

The sustenance is available but not consumed.

 

The meal has been prepared,

there is more than enough,

and the choice is made to not partake.

 

……………

 

Here in Japan, dining out is typically not “family style” like some other nations in southeast Asia, where two or three large plates are shared by the entire table, but each individual gets their own plate with their own portion.

 

“Portion” is defined as the part of a whole allotted to or belonging to a person or group.

 

In the Psalms, David describes the Lord as the portion of His beloved – you and me. In the Lord, there is such deep, rich fullness.

 

Fullness of joy.

Fullness of peace.

Fullness of immeasurably endless love.

 

I have full access to that which is in my portion. Be it at dinner here in Japan – I do not have to ask permission to eat the food on my plate – or delving into the heart of my Heavenly Father – He never withholds His mercies from me.

 

Never have I chosen starvation in the natural, but I’ve realized that moments pass by where I, by not tapping into the Holy Spirit, have been spiritually anorexic. I’ve starved myself of His peace, His joy, His compassion – simply by not choosing to partake in my portion. In Him. 

My need for God surpasses my need for any other thing or entity in existence. I boldly claim this; yet, The Lord has revealed to me how much more I can rely on Him as my portion.

 

I have full access to that which is in my portion.

 

The Lord is my portion.

 

He is complete life.

Complete provision.

Complete compassion.

 

HE, all that He stands for, His “more than enough” nature is my portion. To HIM I have full access.

 

Psalm 74:26 “My flesh and my heart fail; but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.”

 

I pray that you would be filled with the fullness of God,

know His love which passes knowledge,

and, never choosing starvation from His goodness;

take complete advantage of accessing all of HIM as your portion.

 

From my heart,

Erika Venese