Our first day in Nashville, we drove straight to the convention center and unloaded all of our “gear” for the show and got it all set up for the next day. Fortunately, we had stopped at a Cracker Barrel just outside of Nashville for lunch, so we weren’t hungry at all until dinnertime rolled around. We got a recommendation from one of the men working at the convention center for a local place called Demos’… he said it was cheap and gooooood… just our style!
Since it was only a few blocks away, we walked there from the convention center… hand-in-hand, smiling and laughing as a cool Tennessee breeze played over us. Haha- sounds like I’m trying to write a song or a poem or something, but honestly, it. was. idyllic.
And then the restaurant, Demos’, was great! A unique menu, friendly wait-staff, a nice but casual facility, and as our friend had promised: affordable (especially for a downtown area). I got a baked potato stuffed with crab, shrimp, mushrooms, onions, and peppers… and doused in alfredo sauce. It was totally interesting and totally yummy and totally covenant!
Now… here comes the thought provoking part of my post for those of you who were afraid that I was turning my blog into a regular ol’ Trip Advisor. Hehe!
The night before this in Memphis, we decided to ear out leftovers from lunch instead of going out. We had cuddled up in bed and watched TV while we ate… which might sound lame, but it was a treat for us to do something like that… alone! But unfortunately, we ended up starving two hours later! We’d walked next door to the gas station and found some trail mix without chocolate and then went over across the street to the Burger King and split an order of fries.
We bought some popcorn packs from the vending machine and did a sufficiently good job of burning it in our little in-room microwave. So, needless to say, neither of us wanted to get back to the hotel in Nashville and be hungry again. Cause, seriously, it takes a while to recover from the memory of burnt popcorn… we didn’t want that happening again… plus our Nashville hotel didn’t have a micro-fridge set up.
So, at Demos’, we both ate… and ate… and ate… and ate.
I wasn’t stuffed, but I wasn’t just satisfied either. I was fullllll.
Speaking of… I’m not sure that I’ve yet to delineate my definitions of my how-hungry-am-I words…
- Starving: can barely function, brain isn’t working, body is weak, sugar has crashed
- Hungry: tummy rumbling or feeling obviously empty, feeling light in the brain, a bit o’ sugar needs
- Satisfied/Satiated: unaware of my stomach at all, my mind is fully functional, body feels strong and has an average amount of energy
- Full: I’m aware of my stomach being tight, maybe I’m a little tired
- Stuffed: Un.com.fort.able. I don’t want to move, my whole body feels heavy, and my heart is usually working a little overtime
And well, I was over-eating for a reason, but then later I thought to myself… wait… just because I thought I had a logical reason for over-eating… does that mean that it was right???
The jury is still out on that one, honestly. But I’m leaning towards no… and here’s why… straight from the mouth of Jesus:
I tell you not to worry about everyday life—whether you have enough food and drink, or enough clothes to wear. Isn’t life more than food, and your body more than clothing? Matthew 6:25
So… really, on a small sorta subconscious level… that act was an act of fear and not faith. And fear is well… not for us.
Those who are righteous will be long remembered… they confidently trust God to care for them. Psalm 112:6-7
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