I’ve got to watch what I eat; wait for progress that will probably be only 2 pounds a week if I want it to really become a permanent loss; and witness that my own willpower did not alone account for the weight loss. Dear Lord, I hear Your messages in my head assuring me that with You all … ALL … things are possible.
I had a small bag of potato chips last night with a diet coke. It was there in the cabinet; I needed to get it out of the kitchen; yes, I could have thrown it in the trash can; I’d have had to take it outside to really make sure I wouldn’t search for it in the cold, dark, and dank can; I don’t know why they call it a can; Nowadays, it’s a large green plastic rectangular container that could hold hundreds of cans; but I digress. I ate the chips.
I did feel I’d let myself down by the consumption of those salty starchy symbols of junk food at its worst. But I made up for it with a breakfast of two kiwi fruits, full of natural sugar that satisfied my sweet tooth, cheddar and pepper jack cheese slices I coated with Real Bacon Bits, some unsalted cashews, and black coffee. It satisfied both my appetite and my goal of fasting from sugar and chocolate. I have done more housework today; at eleven I stopped to walk to the library to write. I plan to walk downtown for lunch, then walk through a charming neighborhood nearby this afternoon.
I feel successful despite some slips; Your presence is comforting, Dear Lord; Your still small voice encourages; Your promise that I will not be alone eases my anxiety, and the knowledge my asking for Your help and then my doing the actual work it takes promises success.
I’ve never experienced such a quest consciously asking for Your assistance outright. I am already amazed at the Power of Your Will guiding my own weaknesses. I give You ALL the Praise, Thanksgiving, and Glory. I will stick with You … please continue to stick with me … I’m listening. Love, Jan
This hymn is familiar, yet it’s the first time I really paid attention to the words. Read it, don’t sing it, nor think of the tune; just read the words.
Praise to the Lord! the Almighty!
Author: Joachim Neander 1680; Translator: Catherine Winkworth 1863
Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation!
O my soul, praise him, for he is your health and salvation!
Come, all who hear; now to his temple draw near,
join me in glad adoration.
Praise to the Lord, above all things so wondrously reigning;
sheltering you under his wings, and so gently sustaining!
Have you not seen all that is needful has been
sent by his gracious ordaining?
Praise to the Lord, who will prosper your work and defend you;
surely his goodness and mercy shall daily attend you.
Ponder anew what the Almighty can do,
if with his love he befriends you.
Praise to the Lord! O let all that is in me adore him!
All that has life and breath, come now with praises before him.
Let the Amen sound from his people again;
gladly forever adore him.
Proverbs 3:5-12 The Message
Trust God from the bottom of your heart;
don’t try to figure out everything on your own.
Listen for God’s voice in everything you do, everywhere you go;
he’s the one who will keep you on track.
Don’t assume that you know it all.
Run to God! Run from evil!
Your body will glow with health,
your very bones will vibrate with life!
Honor God with everything you own;
give him the first and the best.
Your barns will burst,
your wine vats will brim over.
But don’t, dear friend, resentGod’s discipline;
don’t sulk under his loving correction.
It’s the child he loves that God corrects;
a father’s delight is behind all this.