Can we talk …



It’s not just chocolate, although I would have to admit I am a chocoholic, it is all forms of sweets, to be totally honest … food. I love to eat. I don’t eat to live; I live to eat. What an awful thing to admit … but I have to face this. I am gaining weight and am getting to the point that when I look in the mirror I don’t recognize myself. The me I think people are seeing is nowhere near the real body I have. I woke up this morning … no … I thought of this last night and planned the making of chocolate chip muffins for breakfast. I could actually smell them cooking in the oven and taste their sweetness on my tongue. But it didn’t happen. I ended up disappointed with three pieces of cheese toast and bacon. Three pieces, why couldn’t I settle for two or one piece. I even slathered on strawberry preserves on two of the pieces. HELP !!

Father, Dear Father, you know I was brought to tears this morning over my plight, wondering what I could blame for the increasing number on my scales. I realize there is no excuse for my weight gain but my own lack of self-control. I feel embarrassed and ashamed and hopeless and so very sad. I know with You all things are possible. I need help. I know my future and present health is at stake. I know my body is Your Temple that I am defiling. I want to turn this destructive path over to You. Help me follow the path of health I know You would have me travel. I want to love the body with which You’ve blessed me. Help me Let Go and Let Your will for my health take over my thoughts and desires. Lord, I ask these things most sincerely.

I thank You for all the many blessings with which You have given me, as unworthy as I am. I thank You for Your ever presence in my life. I thank You for Your friendship. I thank You for all the many times You have saved me from myself. Help me to listen to Your counsel or the counsel of others You may put in my life now to assist me in my quest. Dear Lord, to You will be all Honor, Praise, and Glory.  Amen


Have Thine own way, Lord!
Author: Adelaide A. Pollard (1906)
Tune: ADELAIDE (Stebbins)



Have Thine own way, Lord,
Have Thine own way;
Thou art the Potter,
I am the clay.
Mould me and make me
After Thy will,
While I am waiting,
Yielded and still.


Have Thine own way, Lord,
Have Thine own way;
Search me and try me,
Master, today.
Whiter than snow, Lord,
Wash me just now,
As in Thy presence
Humbly I bow.


Have Thine own way, Lord,
Have Thine own way;
Wounded and weary,
Help me, I pray.
Power, all power,
Surely is Thine,
Touch me and heal me,
Savior divine.


Have Thine own way, Lord,
Have Thine own way;
Hold o’er my being
Absolute sway.
Fill with Thy Spirit
Till all shall see
Christ only, always,
Living in me.











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