Original Posting At https://preachermom41.wordpress.com/2017/04/02/true-need/
The plate of snacks is set before me.
The salted veggie sticks melt to mush in my mouth,
even the chewing is burdensome.
Hunger isn’t a feeling.
Not hunger of the stomach anyway;
my soul craving is palatable.
My head intellectually knows that this mushy, crunchy snack will not meet my true need.
My heart doesn’t seem to care.