Fighting food (battling the bulge, weight
management—whatever one wants to call it) has loomed large in my life since I
was some 10 years old. Now, even though
I began to be a “normal” weight some 17 years ago (I’m 73), I can eat
appropriately only via God’s grace.
My mother baked delicious cookies, pies, cakes, kolaches . .
., and I showed my appreciation for her culinary skills by eating, and eating,
and eating the goodies of her labors.
My parents did not show physical affection, so early on, with
delicious treats available to me, I learned to comfort myself with food. As an adult, I know God is always present
within and without me and has promised to always love me. “. . . I am convinced that
nothing can ever separate us from His love.
Death can’t, and life can’t” (Romans 8:38 Life App. Study
Bible). He is the Ultimate Comforter,
yet . . .
old habits linger. As
a widow, I have much alone time. I must
be careful of sinking into the pit of self-pity. For some reason, this past Tuesday was a bad
day, so I slipped into Aldi’s, bought a bag of grapes, came home and proceeded
to “comfort” myself, standing at the counter, eating grape, after grape, after
grape, ending up not comforted, but bloated and miserable.
But I was able to go to the God who loves me, surrendering
unto His forgiveness and love. Once
again, I was comforted.
By
Sharon
09/21/17
