Manna

Well, it has taken about two years and three months, but I have finally determined my diet parameters, and am approximately 98.5 percent issue free.  A very, very good feeling in many ways.  


There have been points in this process where I have chaffed against the limitations my body has imposed upon me.  In my angst and frustration, the thought came to mind that the blind man also wishes he could see the sunrise, and the deaf man wishes he could hear the symphony, but the reality is that they can't.  No amount of anger or anguish is going to change that fact.  


Now I face, at least for a season and maybe permanently, the understanding that my meals will be nourishing, but not greatly varied.  The story of the Israelites and the manna from heaven came to mind.  Manna was tasty, like cakes made with honey, but I don't imagine there were many ways to fix it.  After a while, the Israelites decided they were tired of eating manna every day, and began to complain.  The Scripture then describes the manna as tasting like cakes cooked in oil.  The Israelites had lost the seasoning of thankfulness.  

So the blind man can spend his time angry that he can't see the sunrise or he can be thankful he can hear the symphony.  The deaf man can focus on the frustration of not being able to hear the music or he can be thankful to be able to see the beauty of the morning.  And   I, as I sit down to my meals, will thank the Lord for my manna.