The holidays are over and if you are anything like me you are fastening your belt one more notch out. My family loves to cook and eat and it seems that the only break from food was for laughter. Every meal I'd push myself away from the table and say, " No more for me thanks, I'm full." Then only a few hours later I'd heat up the leftovers and repeat. Eat. Laugh. Repeat. At Thanksgiving my parents began our meal with a simple prayer of thanks that turned into 20 minutes of heartfelt gratitude. At the Amen, we looked at each other and smiled because those minutes of thanks had filled our hearts so much that food wasn't needed. We still ate it but not out of hunger or want. We ate the meal out of that same spirit of thanksgiving. I think of the 23rd Psalm " My cup overflows". My stomach is full. My heart is full. My head is full. My faith is full. My spirit is full. I'm full and still the Lord keeps poring. My prayer is that the excess of my life may flow over into those around me and that they may find themselves pushing away from the table saying, " No more for me thanks, I'm full."