The law is spiritual,
whereas I am weak flesh…
From Romans 7:14
While perusing my closet the other day, I whispered a prayer of thanksgiving. Summer clothing I’d purchased a few years ago continues to fit. I’m not inclined to head out to shop these days and I don’t have much luck with online clothing purchases. So I was thrilled that my old wardrobe will work for another season. I offered that prayer because I know that I’ve found a few extra pounds while doing my part to battle the spread of COVID-19. It seems to me that this effort should have resulted in weight loss. In addition, my husband and I have taken an hour walk six or seven days each week since we’ve been staying home. Still, those five pounds continue to hang on.
If I’m honest, I must admit that it’s not the food I can’t resist. It’s the daily uncertainty and anxiety that I can’t seem to shake. My mom used to say, “It’s not what you’re eating; it’s what’s eating you!” I laugh as I type this and look upward to say, “Mom, you’re right again!” When I’m upset with the day’s news or the drudgery of our current routine, comfort food helps, but only for as long as it takes to chew it.
It is this realization that gives me reason to turn to the passage above from the apostle Paul’s Letter to the Romans. Miserable as we are these days, Paul had far more to deal with than we. Yet, in spite of this, 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. Though I probably won’t lose that those extra pounds, by calmly doing what I can to make things better I’ll gain the peace of mind God intends for us all.
Compassionate God, I place my worries in your hands where they will fade in the radiance of your love.
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