This verse is on my fridge. Truth be told, it's been on there for several months with the purpose of reading it every time I go into the kitchen. Sadly, I haven't been faithful at this. But when I have read it, I have prayed, God, break the control food has over my life.
It's shameful that I've let food become a god in my life. Far too often, I have fled to food to be my savior.
Having an emotional day. Food, be my comfort.
Today's has been a hard day. Food, take away the pain.
What a great day it's been! Food, celebrate with me.
In all those moments, I have sinned and become a slave. The evidence of my sin cannot be hidden. You want to know what's so deeply sad? I didn't confront this issue with food as sin until this past year. But since I have been confronting it, a little more of the control that food has on my life is being broken. I still have a ways to go, but I am making steps in a more holy direction.
I making attempts to be more aware of what I'm eating and why I am eating. And foods that are a real temptation for me, I have removed. I love sugar! But I know me. I just can't eat one cookie or piece of cake and have the remainder somewhere in my house. I know it'll call my name and nag until I cave. Right now, I am not strong enough to say 'no'. So for now, I'm not eating sugar or drinking soda. I have to remind myself, that doing this not meant to be torture. It's for my good.
I don't want to be enslaved anymore. I'm on my way to being free.
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