It took me a long time to realize that I could pray for help in choosing the right food. Now, don’t get me wrong - I still eat the wrong foods at times, perhaps too many times. But at least I now pray much oftener for help in choosing my food.
God promised to provide my daily bread. He didn’t say I should grab cake, or cookies, or chocolate, or whatever. I find that when I pray now and then (it should be daily but I am weak) for guidance, I find myself better able to just glance at what I was grabbing and put it back. When I do that, it feels good but I’ve got a long, long way to go. Like everything else in life, the little successes give me strength to keep trying.
Food was on my mind tonight because I almost grabbed some bedtime-snacks that I did not need. I probably won’t ever get totally good-food-oriented but I am trying, gently, without stress.
Father, please guide my appetite today towards food that’s good for me, I pray.
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