At the risk of sounding as hypocritical as I just may be, I’m going to be brutally honest: My life-long roller coaster love/hate relationship with sugar is in full throttle, and the struggle is real. Even though the day is early, I feel the grip of the addiction…
…I don’t want to be at the throne of God on Judgment Day to hear Him say, “I’m afraid I can’t let you in, you’re just too fat.”
Thankfully, I do know the blood of Christ covers my food issues, and God won’t tell me I can’t enter in because of it. But that doesn’t give me permission to hit a buffet line for the third time, or polish off a whole bag of Little Debbie mini donuts! Though I have certainly have done that.
Before I sound too pitiful (I’m typing fast…only have five minutes!) I want you to know that we can walk in full freedom…no matter what chains have us bound. Then we will be able to help others suffering as we suffered. I know that because I believe. I’ll tell you about that tomorrow.
The first, second and third time someone suggested my issue was due to a sugar addiction, my response was along the lines of “What? I’m just afraid that you are entirely wrong, I am not addicted to sugar! That’s just silly! I’m afraid that you don’t know what you’re talking about!” Around the fourth or fifth time, my response was more like “I’m really afraid…could you be right?”
We will have a five-minute discussion on sugar addiction when I find a five minute prompt to fit it in!
For someone like me, giving up sugar means giving up life time of bad eating habits. Giving up the bad habits is so painful because they are the ones that have the tightest grip on us. But it’s only painful for a while, and the benefits are very much worth the pain (been there). But when you slip back into the pit of discouragement, despair, and hopelessness while in the throes of a binge after having experienced a taste of freedom, you lose sight of anything good in your life (also been there…and made it my home more than one time).
What freedom really boils down to is obedience.
We’ll be talking about that soon.
Aren’t you excited?
Ouch! That hurts!
(But don’t let that scare you.)
A little corny humor for your morning:
A rope walks into a bar and orders a drink. The bartender says, “I’m sorry. We don’t serve ropes in here. The rope walks outside, ties himself into a knot, frays the ends a little and walks back. He goes to the bar and orders a drink. The bartender says, “Hey, you’re not a rope, are you?” The rope says, “No. I’m a frayed knot.”
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