Now the rabble that was among them had a strong craving. And the people of Israel also wept again and said, “Oh that we had meat to eat!

Numbers‬ ‭11‬:‭4

What short little memories we have.

It doesn’t take long into sobriety to lose the gratitude of the miracles that brought us here.

How quickly I shed my own grateful spirit because I was too focused on getting more for myself.

That’s the crux of the issue, I think. More. Aren’t we always wanting more? Don’t I really desire more of almost everything?

And we are encouraged by every mortal voice out there. Get more. Consume more. Have more. Be more.

More has been normalized and given over to entitlement rather than valued. It has become a stumbling block—an avenue for addiction to continue after the substances are put down.

Nothing new here. Our humanity is curiously wired to choose between this constant quest for shoveling more onto our own plates or seeking an infinite source of satisfaction that exists outside the confines of this world.

We want more because we should want more. That part is not actually the issue, I don’t think. We ought to be seeking the ultimate force, the capital G God, the sustainer of all things.

The spiritual candy strewn about this world is deadening our sense of wonder.

Will I look past the wonderland in front of me and seek His kingdom? Will I stop wasting time peddling in short lived vices?

God, turn me away from pesky, fleeting distractions.