I Love Food
Being raised in a Southern home, food is an art form. Cooking was a necessity especially if you grew your own food. After all, why would you go to all that trouble just to ruin it?
You put bacon in green beans.
Corn bread was made in an iron skillet.
Ham was smoked.
Okra was pan friend, never boiled.
Salt and pepper were used - frequently.
You get the picture.
So recently I noticed that I was out of breath, suffering lower back and knee pain. Bending over to pick something up wasn't something I looked forward to. I was over weight. So I lost 20 pounds. I gained a lot of energy, the pain stopped, and gravity was no longer my nemesis.
Now, this isn't a blog about how I lost it. This blog serves a different purpose. I discovered that I loved food. When I had to start saying NO to certain foods like chocolate pecan pie and good hamburgers it hurt. I mean it emotionally pained me to say no. I missed my friends. They were comforting to me, especially when I was stressed out. That's when it dawned on me.
Food had become a luxury I couldn't afford. It was an expression of my selfishness. Now that isn't to say that I don't enjoy a bite of that chocolate pecan pie or munch on the occasional cookie. But my eating habits are no longer about what I want, they are about what my body needs.
Matthew 6:25-26 25 “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? 26 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?
PRAY: Dear Jesus, help me to know what I need to today and say no to the gallon of ice cream in the freezer. AMEN