Trb Circle

Okay, so the other day, I woke up with this deep tug in my spirit. You know that feeling? It’s like your soul is whispering (or sometimes shouting) for something more. I’ve had these moments before, and usually, my go-to phrase is something like, “Hmm, my spirit feels sensitive right now, better pray about it.” And I would. Sort of. You know how it goes.
But this time was different. This time, that little nudge felt… sharper. Like a gentle but firm hand on my shoulder, guiding my gaze. And what I saw? Well, let’s just say it wasn’t a pretty picture of my consistent spiritual habits. Truth bomb: my Bible had been collecting more dust than wisdom lately. Life had gotten… life-y. The whirlwind of daily stuff had somehow managed to sweep my quiet time right out the door.
And then it hit me. Like a ton of bricks, but in a good way? A clarifying way? I started connecting some dots. Things I’d been chalking up to other stuff… suddenly made a whole lot more sense.
Here’s where it got real for me:
Turns out, I don’t have an anxiety issue, I have a malnourishment issue. My spirit was restless, unsettled, because it wasn’t getting fed.
Turns out, the cloud of blah I’d been walking under wasn’t just “the blues,” I had a malnourishment issue. My soul was weary from lack of sustenance.
Turns out, that simmering frustration and quick temper weren’t just me being “stressed,” I had a malnourishment issue. My inner being was craving the peace that only comes from the Word.
Mic drop moment, right?
The Bible. It’s not just some ancient text sitting on my shelf. It’s daily bread. Like, actual, essential, gotta-have-it-to-thrive nourishment for my spirit and the transformation of my soul. We don’t just crack it open on Sundays (if even then!). We’re meant to feast on it daily.
Think about it. We eat every day to keep our bodies going, right? We don’t skip meals for weeks and expect to be full of energy and good vibes. So why would we treat our spirits any differently?
And here’s another thing that clicked: when we plead the blood of Jesus over our lives, we’re not just throwing around a powerful phrase. We are literally pleading the scriptures. Because the Word is the blood. John 1:1 – “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” Amen. That’s deep, y’all.
We read the Bible when things are good, not just because we’re “supposed to,” but because it’s building up our spiritual immune system. It’s loading our spiritual arsenal with truth and wisdom so that when the tough times hit (and you know they will), we’re not caught empty-handed. We have the very Word of God dwelling richly within us, ready to be called upon.
This realization? It wasn’t comfortable, but it was so freeing. It shifted the blame game away from external factors and put the responsibility (and the power!) back in my hands. I can choose to feed my spirit. I need to feed my spirit.
Maybe this resonates with you today. Maybe you’ve been feeling off, disconnected, or just… not quite right. Could it be that your spirit is hungry? I know mine was. And thank God for that gentle but firm nudge that woke me up to the truth. It’s time to pull up a chair and feast. There’s a banquet waiting.