Yesterday was one of those days where I was just weary...the kinda weary that you feel deep in your bones. The kind where you have tears stuck behind your eyes that threaten to come but never appear. The kind that calls for time spent on the couch recharging. It had been weeks of being on the go, and I had just come off a 2 day conference with limited sleep. Relief was in sight with only one more day to push through, but the weakness was settling in and all I could think of was a feast. Ice cream was on my mind...mint meltaway to be exact. Why is it that in our time of exhaustion the body craves sugar in the form of a food that can be connected with emotional comfort as well? Succumbing to the craving will result in temporary satisfaction, but the end result inevitably will be sleeplessly spent yawning on the couch surfing Facebook and passing the early morning hours with Rick Steves touring Oslo on PBS. Sigh.
Rewind 15 hours...in the moment of craving...was there another desire for a feast, perhaps one more subtle but equally compelling? Yes, it was the one calling me to feast my eyes, my heart, and my spirit on the new book I'd bought...the book about the stunning beauty of the Lord God and His view of us as His bride. What kind of emotional release might this choice have offered and would the result be different? Less guilt...more peace? Fewer calories...more zzzzs?
The challenge is in the moment of decision. It's about choosing to feast on that which brings soul satisfaction and ministers to the root of the heart condition. It's about making the snap decision that brings life...as well as restful sleep.
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