There are just some days when no matter what I know to be the better choice, the chocolate just wins out. With kids screaming they want new parents (and those aren't the FAS kids!), child therapists booked out until June, and just too many things to process at one time, I would like to say that I run to God when I just want to run away. Nope. Didn't happen yesterday. I started out the day with just a few M & M's--and then once I get off course with eating healthy, I seem to blow it the whole rest of the day. So then after a healthy lunch and an okay dinner (I thought I was going to make it!) the stress won out and I moved on to pringles. ..and I don't even like pringles that much. Thankfully that was about all the rotten stuff we had in the house or things could have gotten out of hand.
How could it be that I could sell myself so short as to run to for comfort from something so empty as food? I could rationalize that at least it isn't something worse. But the fact remains that ANYTHING that takes place of God is an idol...and I have run right past the One who could have given me true and lasting comfort to something so silly. Old habits die hard, don't they?
I live an all or none kind of life most of the time. I am in it all the way or I just blow it and I give up. There have been days that I have allowed the number on a scale to dictate if I am going to have a good day or a bad one. It is so ironic how we struggle to give up the control of our lives to God and yet we so freely give it up to sin--whatever form that takes in our lives.
So today is a new morning, a new day. I don't want it to focus on the number on a scale but about giving up an idol in my life so that I may place God back in my life where he belongs. I want to turn from what is calling my name and instead call Him. It is a great day to begin again.