I used to love eating in restaurants. Someone else made the meal. Someone else got the messy dishes. I didn’t have to please six different people with six different tastes in food. When we had to rein in the spending, our eat-out budget got chopped. After about two weeks, I would simply have to go to Denny’s and get the Grand Slam.
I still love a good night’s sleep, and I still love to eat out. But something is changing. I’m craving a spiritual diet and rejuvenation time with God more than a meal out and blissful sleep.
I’ve learned to turn insomnia into prayer time. I’m learning to be contented with what is in the food pantry at home. These may seem like little things. But that’s okay. The saints tell us that we can do little things for God. If we let God transform us in little ways, He will begin to transform us in all ways.