fed

food.  for the tummy.  for the soul.  i crave food.  i was so worn out tonight.  so amazingly tired.  god woke me up to be with a friend via text as she sat with a dying parent in the wee hours.  though i was tired, being able to do a little thing is food for the soul.  but then there was that really long day.  a day with little  appreciation.  a day full of too much to do on too little sleep with too little nutritionally rich food.  but....i made it through.  carried.  blessed.  held.  because i am fed.  even when i can't feed myself.  when i can't even pick up the fork.  god feeds me.  comforts me.  whispers love to me.  and i'm so glad that i cooked yesterday...because when i came home physically famished, all i had to do was heat it up and eat.  warm, nutritious soup.  filling.  comforting.
i am fed.
and though i am bone tired, i am not hungry.  i am satisfied.  with good things.  heart.  soul.  body.
it's a beautiful thing.
blessings.