I got a really weird email from Redbox today.
It said:”We’re giving you a free rental, but you have to rent it today,from this specific kiosk, with this specific code.” I did a bit of a double take. “Have I become some sort of DVD secret agent?” I thought. But, I never look a gift horse in the mouth so I rented a movie I have been wanting to watch for a long time now.
Anything starring Tom Hardy is worth a watch in my book. Plus, one day I will have those same abs. Probably won’t have the same tattoos though. I got my eye on one depicting the Triforce.
Actually this picture is from the first night we had this meal. Nikki made this wonderful soup from vegetables we had in the freezer. I am not sure of the exact recipe, but I know she used tomato paste as well as the frozen vegetables, combined them in the crock pot and let it cook all day. It was very good, but we both agreed that it was a little bland. Since I was having the leftovers today I decided to add some cheese and Tony Chacere’s seasoning. That gave it just the kick for which I was looking.
I also added some crackers per Williams brother tradition.
I am going to focus my attention on Warrior now, but I wanted to leave you with an excellent (and short) article that was sent to me by my aunt today. I am going to paste it in its entirety here because I know you probably won’t click on the link if provided. Please read to the end to see my feelings about this article. Here it is:
A Call to Action
“Do not destroy the work of God for the sake of food.” Romans 14:20 (NIV)
Four years ago I was stuck in a rut of wishful thinking and excuses with my weight. At the beginning of each day I would say I wanted things to be different. I would vow in my heart to make things different. I would even make a plan to stop the snacks, increase the veggies, and say no to the desserts.
But then life would happen. And the excuses were so very plentiful. So, my resolve would melt away like butter on a hot yeast roll.
Of course the next morning I would always get up and weigh myself hoping that somehow, something would have happened over night. Despite my indulgences from the day before, maybe the numbers would have gone down.
But the scale was not impressed with my wishful thinking. It could only tell the truth.
And so you know who I’d get mad at?
I’d beg Him to help me one minute while scarfing down an order of fries the next. And then I’d be doubly mad He didn’t steer my car away from that drive-thru.
I deemed myself a victim of tragic genetics, overactive taste buds and a stomach that demanded large portions.
What I failed for years to realize is there was a much more significant issue going on.
More important than the ever increasing size of my jeans was the deception going on inside my heart. My weight wasn’t God’s curse on me. My weight was an outside indication of an internal situation.
Honestly, I might as well have taken Psalm 23 which talks about the Lord being my shepherd and my comfort and replaced His Name with various foods. I was relying on food to be my comfort, my ever present help, my guide. Food was the thing that got me through the valleys. It became the friend I wanted to celebrate with in the good times.
I don’t write to point out anyone else’s issue. There are certainly medical and genetic circumstances that can cause weight gain. But I discovered that my issue was truly a spiritual one. And no diet would have ever been permanently successful until I got to the real root of my problem.
The root of my issue was craving food more than God. I desired and depended on the instant high of physical gratification because I hadn’t learned how to let God satisfy my deepest needs. This realization became a call to action.
Maybe as you read my story, something is stirring in your soul. I know this is a tough issue. I’ve walked through the tears and the feelings of failure. I was the girl mad at God about this whole deal. But I wanted freedom. And I realized that if I wanted to have my deepest desires met by God and not food, I would need to restore God to His rightful place by changing my old thought patterns. Here are some examples I wrote about in my book, Made to Crave:
Old thought patterns:
“I need these chips. I deserve this ice cream. I must have that extra large portion.”
New thought patterns:
Chips will only taste good for the moment. But the calories are empty and will do nothing good for my body. 2 Corinthians 7:1 reminds me, “…Let us purify ourselves from everything that contaminates body and spirit… out of reverence for God.” (NIV 1984)
This ice cream will give me a sugar high but then I’ll crash and feel terrible. Psalm 34:8…reminds me to get into God’s Word and let it satisfy the deep hungry places of my soul,“Taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in him.” (NIV 1984)
This extra large portion will overstuff me and make me feel sluggish. I can’t look to this food to soothe me. Psalm 34:5 says, “Those who look to [God] are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame.” (NIV 1984)
Learning to do this has been a process that I have to intentionally choose day after day. Eventually, I did lose the extra weight I needed to shed and have kept it off. But the real reward was what I gained with Jesus in the process. He became the best part of my journey. And I wouldn’t have missed this new found closeness I now have with Him for anything in the world.
Dear Lord, if this devotion is a call to action that I need to make, please help me. I want to see the root of my issue, I really do. I want to learn to crave and depend on only You. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
© 2012 by Lysa TerKeurst. All rights reserved.
Evan here: This article really opened my eyes to things (shamefully) that I should have already know. I knew that I leaned on food for comfort and that I should seek the comfort of the Lord. But, I never once thought that the answers would be in His word! I love how Ms. TerKeurst gives examples of bible verses she uses for encouragement when she has certain cravings. I know that I can memorize verses like these and they will help me get over the cravings. I hope that in the future I will have the wherewithal to seek the help of the Holy Spirit and not lean on my own, chocolate filled understanding.