we’re doing this scripture reading program at my church. our pastor, who also happens to be my dad, said on sunday as he read psalm 19, that reading the bible is like gaining gold, much pure gold. but the words that stood out to me from that psalm were

they are sweeter than honey, than honey from the comb.

verse 10

honey. we like honey at our house. we go through a lot of it. i put it in my crazy homemade yogurt. and when you pour honey, you almost always drip a little somewhere. on my finger. i love that little lick of honey. that little bit of sweet. well, i just like sweets anyway. nice ones. in fact, i must confess that were i not preoccupied with many other things, i might actually think that all of life was about the search for the one perfect sweet. ina garten’s lemon pound cake. tiramisu in florence. superb chocolate. preferably dark. the best apple pie ever…served hot, with blue bell vanilla ice cream on top. we have a couple of cakes in our family that get really close to perfect. i also have great love for cookies. peanut butter with chocolate chunks. anna and i have been on a hunt for the perfect gingersnap this fall. or my standby…good old chocolate chip, loaded with pecans, hot out of the oven, still a little doughy. and a glass of milk. i can taste it.

taste.

sweet.

honey.

taste and see that the LORD is good. psalm 34:8

how sweet are your words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth! psalm 119:103

so that’s where i’m heading this week. i started the journey with fellow fellowship northers on monday. and i’m in for the early morning experience that is the ultimate comfort food. i won’t even get a stomachache from overindulging, like the oh too many times i’ve eaten too many cookies.