I
Scream, You Scream . . .
Last week four of us friends, one from Fort
Dodge, two from State Center and one from Marshalltown, made picnic lunches for
ourselves and met halfway at a Story City park.
We set up lawn chairs six feet apart and visited for three hours. Catching up with these friends during this
difficult time was blessing.
NOTE: I said we “made picnic lunches.” During this pandemic time, because I don’t
trust the safety of restaurants, I have chosen not to dine out. Two of the others have made the same choice.
But I am SO TIRED of cooking, and I
sit on the pity pot every once in a while.
During those times “visions of ice cream often dance in my head.” Ice cream would comfort me I’m sure.
They began dancing as I started to
leave Story City and dreaded having to make supper. Suddenly, my car propelled itself through
McDonald’s drive thru, and an ice cream cone appeared in my hand. I ate the whole thing—and was nauseous
for three hours. Why? I suspect I was too hot and ate too fast..
As I thought about my actions, God
reminded me I need to listen to my body, which the Holy One has created. I thought of Gwen Shamblin’s wise words in Weigh
Down. God has given my body a
thermostat which guides me in when to eat, what to eat and how much to
eat. All I have to do is listen and
follow through.
On that day, however, I chose to ignore my
body when it said, ‘This is not a good idea.’
In my reflecting, I am also reminded
that God always loves me, regardless of a poor choice I may make in a split
second.
.
. .nothing in all creation will
ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ
Jesus our Lord. (Rom 8:39b NLT)
