Day Seventy-Nine: God’s Way Or The Highway

Today my youngest son and I came outside to play for a while after dropping off my oldest at preschool. Saxon had on his “leave the house” clothes which I knew he would immediately dump a bucket of water all over, so I started to take them off (he loves to run around in his diaper outside anyway). But for some reason he did not work with me to get them off. If I pulled up on his sleeve, he pulled down. If I pulled down, he pulled up. He just kept pulling in whatever direction gave him the most resistance.

Naturally, he started to fuss at me. There was his big ol water table full of fresh, clean water and here I was pulling on him and not letting him play. I said, “You know, this would be a lot easier if you didn’t keep trying to do it your way.”

Well, as I finished saying that sentence, I realized what a comparison there is to this same conversation between God and myself.

I have tried for years to diet “my way” and I struggled and pulled through it knowing there was something deeper going on. Something deep within me that was pulling in a different direction. I guess it just took a long time before I started to look to God for all aspects of my life, including my eating.

So I wonder how many times God has said to me, “You know, this would be a lot easier if you didn’t keep trying to do it your way.” And I wonder how many more times He’ll say it in the future.

Think of all the times He has “said” that to people in the Bible… gosh, just the whole wandering in the desert is a perfect example. Moses sent a scout team into the Promised Land in Numbers 13 and they were too scared to do things God’s way (which appeared to be the hard way) and go in and take over, so they had to wander in the desert for 40 years. And the adults that made that decision never even got to go into the Promised Land!

Yeahhhhhhhh, which way was easier in the long run? Yep… God’s way.

So even though this has been a challenge and a battle somedays, I’m glad to be taking God’s way instead of my way. Because I want to see the Promised Land. I want to face my own giants and defeat them. I want to cross the Jordan and know what the good life is.

I don’t want to wander in the desert for 40 years. I want to have milk and honey.

Literally… I’m really ready to have some milk and honey. Hehe!

Day Fifty-Six: Almost Autopilot

Yesterday I took my boys out to my in-laws house out in the country for the day. It’s so revitalizing for each of us and they get in some great grandfather time!

And while we were there he baked some of his famous honey wheat bread. No problem, I have built up a pretty decent resistance. Well, actually I ate the little square he gave me to taste cause he was so proud of it (and it certainly was goooooood). At the end of the day he offered to send the second loaf home with us. I knew that the boys would enjoy it so I accepted.

What I didn’t expect was to feel that old temptation pull.

I kind of had a few thoughts about that:

1) Feeling temptation fighting in me is actually kind of a nice feeling… because of that one word: fighting. I think for so long before the covenant there were very few times where I even attempted to “fight”. I was just giving in all the time. Probably because I knew that I would lose all the time. But now, I am not afraid to fight, because I know that I’m going to win.

2) The feeling of temptation sorta “sticks out”. Like instead of it being a subliminal feeling or one that is subconsciously ignored, I feel it. And I had mixed emotions about feeling it- like, part of me was like, “Whoa- temptation. It’s been a while.” And that was a nice feeling- that my life is having to endure temptation less and less in the area of food. But at the same time there was a bit of panic. Like, “Oh no. I know that feeling. And what if I give in?”

3) How do I fight this? How do I win? I guess I kept thinking of what happened when I wrote Obedience Is Bliss. Although that night was weird. It was like the old me kicked in out of nowhere. I was almost… reveling in the temptation. That night the thought of that food was simply too entrancing. But I also think I set myself up that night. I welcomed sin into my house. I baked that apple crisp knowing that it would be wrong. I sinned way before I ever even took a bite of food.

So last night with the bread, it was like an “out of nowhere” temptation. And it was almost like there were three steps I need to expect for the future.

1) I felt the temptation coming on.
2) I called it what it was- I recognized it and said to myself, “I am totally being tempted right now.”
3) I looked at the bread and said “No I won’t. I’m doing this for Jesus.”

That was a lot of thinking smushed down into three easy steps. But it wasn’t that easy. It didn’t last long but the little battle of thoughts was raging. It all happened so quickly too.

All I can say is that after fifty-six days I think I’m seeing more and more instances of my mind having been renewed some. There is a lot more refining to go, but it’s almost like my brain is on autopilot now. I still need to look out for “storms” but I’m seeing that my mind is resisting some on its own.

Pretty cool!