Fighting Giants again...
Once again the Philistines were at war with Israel. And when David and his men were in the thick of battle, David became weak and exhausted. Ishbi-benob was a descendant of the giants; his bronze spearhead weighed more than seven pounds, and he was armed with a new sword. He had cornered David and was about to kill him. But Abishai son of Zeruiah came to his rescue and killed the Philistine. (2 samuel 21:15-22)
I've spent so many years longing for more "Abishais" and have learned that often what I was longing for is most often found in the heart of God. We look to man or woman to rescue us. We look for or hide in stuff that will temporarily sustain us or at least keep us above water emotionally. But in the end there is a deeper well for our thirst, a more tasty meat for the hunger, a sweeter drink for the ache that all these merely hint at.
A true source, that all the other remedies are but shadows compared to the One casting it.
They are gifts from the gift giver, fruit from the tree of life; but not meant to eclipse the One who created them.
Eat the fruit, drink the wine...but don't forget the One who planted them.