Day 335: Dessert Definitions

What is a dessert anyway?

Cause I bought some Strawberry and Honey Greek Yogurt which my sister-in-law (verrrrrry healthy eater) gets and it was sooooo good it was like eating dessert.

And it started me thinking… really, what IS dessert?

So, like any good English nerd, I looked it up. And ahhhhhhhh, lookie what I found:


Yep. It’s not necessarily what you are eating… it’s when you are eating it that designates something as dessert (unless you’re British, apparently, and then it’s fruit for you).

So of course, my next thought: I wonder then what a snack really is???

Back to!

And whadda know?!?!


Not what, but when.

And I think that really mirrors a lot of what I have discovered this year about my own eating… it’s not so much the what but the when and, if I may, the why. (Well, once I got past that nasty sugar addiction.)

It’s not that I’m eating strawberry and honey yogurt… it’s when. But not necessarily snack-time or dessert-time or whatever, but when… when I am hungry? when I am bored? when I am sad? when I am procrastinating? when I am sleepy?

Cause daily… daily… I see myself using these as the reasons for “snacking” or “desserting”. The indulgences rarely come when I am truly, truly hungry. So often, strawberry honey yogurt, crackers, chips, tortillas, peanut butter, etc. are just fillers for some other “emotional hunger”.

So I must stay the course to continue to learn to rely on Christ for all of my “emotional hunger” needs.

This is how I want to be filled!

    May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. Romans 15:13

Day 334: Justification Station


Oh how I love to justify eating “bad”.

It’s really the second main reason that I eat stuff I shouldn’t, or don’t need, or whatever. (The first one being pride.)

I’m sick, so I need more food so I’ll just eat one of these waffle-donuts.

I’m sad, so I need to eat these chips so I won’t feel the pain of hunger and the pain of sadness.

I’m tired, and my body needs more food to help me go to sleep, so I’ll have a tortilla… or four.

I’m going to be running around with the boys later and so I’d better stock up by eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich even though I’m full now.

Seriously. I have these mental conversations. My evil conscience is very persuasive.

But fortunately/unfortunately, there is this verse to consider:

    Remember, it is sin to know what you ought to do and then not do it. James 4:17

But I think if we consider that verse, as Christians, we must consider this verse in conjunction with it:

    Some of you were once like that. But you were cleansed; you were made holy; you were made right with God by calling on the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God.1 Corinthians 6:11

And that is just an encouragement to me today. I may have been a “sin justifier” yesterday, but I can remember today that I am cleansed. holy. and {happy sigh} made right with God.

Now that’s justification for ya.

Day 325: A Happy Sad

Looks like I’ll have to ask a bit of forgiveness… again. But this time I truly have a good excuse… well, actually, several worthy excuses, and one excuse that I wish I didn’t have.

To start it off, last Friday my oldest got sick… 103° fever and followed it with a nasty cough. Ick.

I was in a semi-monologue skit at church with a bunch of lines, a three-hour rehearsal on Saturday afternoon, and three services on Sunday… don’t get me wrong, I love doing that stuff, but it does need to go in my “excuses” list nonetheless! (It was really a beautiful skit. You can see it and the whole service here. I’m around minute 43, I think.)

My husband, two boys, and I flew out to Denver on Wednesday morning to visit his brother’s family… which means I had to pack us and we spent a whole day at airports and on planes. Since then we have been hanging out non-stop (which might be why it has taken me several days to craft this post!)

On the plane, my youngest came down with the same cold/flu sickness his older brother had and has had a 103° fever the past few days.

In the midst of all that… life… and all that… stuff, my world and heart was forever changed by… well, by eternity.

On Saturday morning, my grandmother began to have symptoms of congestive heart failure. She went to be with Jesus on Sunday afternoon at 1:02. My whole family was there, and she even waited for me to get there after I rushed to the hospital after finishing my skit at church… she died about thirty-seconds after I got there and gave her one last kiss. She was an amazing lady… made me feel special right up to the last moment.

Indulge me… I want to share my favorite photo of her with my son. (We had snuck in some ice cream for her. She loved ice cream… but I think she loved my kids even more.)


And not to minimize or appear like I am “using” the experience for a post, but her favorite hymn was “To God Be The Glory”. And so I would like to give God some glory for minute.

Throughout a painful mourning process, I was able to turn to The One for comfort. And, more so, when I turned to Him… He provided the comfort I asked for and needed. He answered with peace. He responded with the salve of The Hope that I have in her destination and in our future reunion. He assured me of my Identity in Him as I suffered through the pangs of regret.

And I experienced God fulfilling the verse that has been my favorite since college… perhaps written on my heart then for such a time as this…

    We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. 2 Corinthians 4:8-9

And I read that verse this week… needing to be reminded that my sadness wasn’t going to crush me. But then, I read further on…

    We never give up. Though our bodies are dying, our spirits are being renewed every day. For our present troubles are small and won’t last very long. Yet they produce for us a glory that vastly outweighs them and will last forever! So we don’t look at the troubles we can see now; rather, we fix our gaze on things that cannot be seen. For the things we see now will soon be gone, but the things we cannot see will last forever. 2 Corinthians 4:16-18

And knowing that my grandmother was saved and warmly welcomed into the arms of Christ (you can read her beautiful salvation story here) gave me the ability to fix my gaze on things that cannot be seen and know that those things will last forever… like her soul being united with His Promise.

And I honestly thought to myself a few days into the grieving process how glad I was that I had learned to cope the “real” way. For once, I had true, real, deep, cutting pain… and I didn’t turn to food to soothe me. In fact, I never once thought about eating food as comfort. My husband even had to remind me to eat, but never once was did I need to be reminded to turn to scripture or prayer.

And it’s all because of the renewal that Christ has done in my mind. The retraining is slow at times and there are setbacks here and there. But my mind IS being renewed. reworked. retooled.

And I can think of no greater testimony and gift to my Mamaw’s memory than to turn to The One she taught me about.

And I will end with one more indulgence… a tribute to her memory. She repeated this poem to us hundreds upon hundreds of times. And it is beautiful. I hope you are as blessed and encouraged as I have been by it.