Sweeter Than Honey

I love food. This past weekend my grandparents celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary and my dear friend Jessica got married (I got way more out of it than good food though, I promise). At the wedding, there was a beautiful cookie table (thank you, Pittsburgh traditions). I got full off of every kind of cookie before the main course was even served (but that didn't stop me from getting a full plate). Then I flew to my grandparents wedding anniversary were there was a fun photo booth, a dance floor, and food. I think I was in line for seconds before some people even finished round one.

Then yesterday I spent part of my day off grocery shopping at the Target store in downtown Pittsburgh. They have an expanded grocery section and I was in heaven. I bought way more than I needed. While shopping I sent a text to my mom because I was that excited.

Today while I was washing dishes in my kitchen, I read the verse I so appropriately put over my sink:


"How sweet are your words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth!" Psalm 119:103

I don't remember the last time I tasted the word of God or compared it to honey. Yet I can describe in detail the last dessert I ordered while out to dinner at Red Robin (which was a while ago, Jess and I have kicked the habit to those of you who were wondering). That's pretty pathetic. I guess I've been pretty complacent with my time in the word, allowing it to grow stale. That's not how I want the living word of God to taste!

When is the last time you compared God's words to the sweet taste of [insert favorite dessert here]? I don't know about you, but I plan to read the bible with a greater appreciation and expectation tonight. I want what David had- a sweet taste of my God and his words on my lips!