We know that the law is spiritual,
whereas I am weak flesh…
While perusing my closet the other day, I whispered a prayer of thanksgiving. Summer clothing I’d purchased a while back continues to fit, so I’ll need only a few more things to get me through the warm weather. I offered that prayer because I know that I’m “up” a few pounds these days. I need to eliminate some high-calorie choices which have become habitual. I also need to eliminate the aggravation which inspires those choices. My mom used to say, “It’s not what you’re eating, but what’s eating you!” I laugh as I type this and look upward to say, “Mom, it is what I’m eating AND what’s eating me!”
Though I’d like to think that I’m “in control” most of the time, I must admit that I never know what my circumstances will do to my eating habits. It is in the midst of this self-doubt that I turn to the good apostle Paul. He had far more to deal with than I, yet his enthusiasm regarding his relationship with God never faltered. He simply admitted his weakness and then began anew again and again and again. It seems to me that this is the perfect opportunity for me to do the same.
Compassionate God, you know me better than I know myself. So it is that I place my insecurities in your hands where they will fade in the radiance of your love.
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