Recently, I woke up to discover that what I used to enjoy, I no longer do. Such as the taste of some black teas, or brands of water (yes, there is a difference in taste). I have also discovered that my taste for certain situations no longer provides the nutrients that I thought my body needed.
Through this discovery, I realized that it is true, every day I wake up is a day closer to my death. I also discovered this to be true as well; every day I wake up does not mean I am living each day to its full potential. What does it mean to not live every day to its full potential?
I know I was born with an illness, and that God has healed me from this illness. I also know I have chosen to do something that I have always wanted to, such as camping, experiencing a wind tunnel, or even trying new foods. I know that God has granted me years that I do not deserve to have, because, face it, to God, I know I am a struggle to deal with and am always veering off the path He has for me.
What do I do with these years that I was granted? I should choose to live them to their full potential. There are twenty-four hours in a day, eight of them should be dedicated to sleep, leaving me with sixteen hours in a day. Monday through Friday, eight of those sixteen hours are dedicated to my job, leaving me with eight free hours. What do I do with those eight free hours? On Saturday and Sunday, I have sixteen hours. What do I do with those hours?
Recently, I was diagnosed with another illness, and I am not worried. I know other people would be worried, but I truly am not. I know that God is a healer, and I know that God sometimes has to wake me up from certain behaviors, especially when I stray too far. Is this one of those instances? I do not know, but I do know that I am able to assist God in my healing. How? By doing the things that I should, exercise, moving, and living.
My appetite for living has changed. I want to live, I want to enjoy life, and go back to exploring, getting lost, and forgetting everything and everyone exists as I used to when I traveled the Parkways and walked in nature. I said before, it’s time to get back to basics, but what are my basics when my appetite has changed?
I will share what it is not.
I no longer need outside opinions when I want to do something. I used to ask for approval for everything. Now, I take the risk and do it. I am at a point where I feel that if it is wrong, someone will mention it, and if not, then I will not hear about it.
I am no longer passive when others begin to gossip, because somehow, I always find myself in it. I set boundaries. I do not need to hear the she-said-he-said. If someone mentions me behind me, so be it. If they say it to me, then let us open the dialogue. I do not need to be on someone’s side at work as if it is “Team A” or “Team B,” and no side can be wrong. I choose neither and suggest they connect to work it out like adults and colleagues. As I tell everyone I talk to at work, “I am saying nothing to you that I will not say to the person we are discussing.” It is important to level-set and let others know that I do not stand for the gossip or rumor spreading. For example, a peer at work shared that our new manager was pregnant. I replied, okay, good for the manager, and if the manager wants me to know, then it will be shared with me. That ended the conversation, and everything I hear is gossip until I hear it from the source.
I no longer accept ignorance. Now, this is a big one because there are a lot of ignorant people out there. People who choose to be uneducated, choose not to question the things they hear before they repeat them, and choose not to try prior to reaching out for assistance. I do not accept this and challenge those people to rethink before they approach me.
I no longer have patience for those who like to waste my time. As I mentioned above, there is a limited amount of time in a day, and I do not want to waste my time on those who do not value time. I no longer have the appetite for drama and those who like to stir it.
I realized that I have an acquired taste.
I like the taste, no, I love the taste of God. I love the taste of faith, hope, and endless love. Then, why did I ever stray from it?
I guess because I took those things for granted, I thought I would always carry that taste with me, despite my disobedience and the path I chose. Then I realized quickly that I no longer am able to feel those drops of endless love on my tongue; it is like a memory that I experienced that has left me questioning and wondering if I will ever taste it again. Thus, I am searching and longing for that taste; I need just a drop to let me know that I am getting closer.
I love the taste of healthiness. I used to be able to walk for a couple of miles, but now it is a struggle. I have to get back to where I was so I am able to taste healthiness again, and not sickness. I hate being sick, hate knowing that I carry a sickness, and even worse, hate that I am condoning my sickness because I am not doing anything to move towards the healthy life that I was given. Hezekiah did the same thing in the Bible. God granted him more years as well, and what did he do with them? Nothing, just like me. I do not want God to ask me, what did you do with the extra time I gave you, and my response is “run from you and die from illness.” How disappointing and sad.
I crave a life that I once tasted. The life of health, spiritual guidance, running head-on, knowing that I had the faith to face anything, peace, and carrying a love that only came from God.
I long for the acquired taste of life that God made just for Rhonda.
My basics start with re-establishing my relationship with God. I do not need an intercessor; I need to get back on my knees, pray, and confess. I need Jesus.
My appetite has changed; certain situations no longer provide the nutrients that my mind, body, and soul crave. I only crave the taste of Jesus Christ, and I have not tasted Him in a while. But here I come Jesus, to experience the life that is sweeter than honey and the living water that never runs dry. Continue to pray for the world as it needs it.


