When eating is something that happens only three times a day (or two times, if you wake up at 11) it becomes a sacred thing.
It has only been two days since I started being intentional about eating meals and nothing in between, but my perspective on food has already begun to shift. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner are objects of great anticipation. They have become a gift.
And because they are a gift, I savor them. They bring joy.
Better still, they become times of communion.
This was God’s instruction to his people when they entered the Promise Land:
“There, in the presence of the LORD your God, you and your families shall eat and shall rejoice in everything you have put your hand to, because the LORD your God has blessed you.” — Deuteronomy 12:7
What if we embraced that – and eating a meal became a way of claiming the Promise Land, a way of proclaiming God’s goodness?