Having leapt off the train of food idolatry (or whatever) I was riding on some runaway wagon of growing in godliness. Then it hit a bump, threw me off, and ran me over. It wasn't that I got off; I got thrown. So the discipline to read the lady's book and follow up with the scripture prayers went on down the road while I lay there in the dust, a little dizzy. Alas. There were some good changes in my heart that became evident at that time, however. I had largely corrected the thinking that said food will solve my problems or make me feel better. So when I was discouraged, frustrated, or emotional (which was a lot), I generally didn't try to resolve it with my mouth. Yay. Sometimes I even went around muttering, "If you do what is right, will you not be accepted? But if you do not do what is right; sin is crouching at your door. It desires to have you, but you must master it" (God to Cain, Gen. 4:7). That was helpful. I have still been working out with great gusto, and yes....it's possible that I kinda like it.
But discipline is good, and there's still much heart change waiting to happen. So I hitched a ride to the next wagon depot and got back on. I saw dear AP's most recent blog and thought I'd better sign back on, especially for accountability's sake. {I would like to hear about your suggested workouts, by the way.}
So that's where I've been. And now Noelle from the other room is crying and saying, "Mommy, I want more coffee. Oh, I spilled the coffee. Oh, I slipped on the water with the coffee cup...." and now she's here, most definitely wet....oh...and she's now dumping the leftover travel mug coffee on the carpet next to the computer...and saying "Let's get some more coffee, Mommy."
Oh my.
