Tomorrow will be a weigh day because it is the end of the current DietBet. I crashed and burned, not losing anywhere near my 4%. And in all honesty I am not sure I even held steady? My goodness, I cannot tell you how real the battle is here in my little corner of the world. It honestly seems like the harder I push in, the higher the wall becomes? I have started to pray each morning through the pieces of God’s armor, because I am losing the battle because I am not armored-up. I know the war has been won, but the battles we must endure daily can be so harsh. I love this artwork that ‘FROMTHEHEARTart’ created:
Each morning I put on the full armor, not just some of it, because it is what enables me to STAND against the devil’s schemes. How else can I even think that I am able wrestle the spiritual forces of evil and succeed? I fasten on the belt of truth, the breastplate of righteousness; I put my feet into shoes that will direct me toward a readiness I need for the day. I hold the shield of faith in front of me to extinguish flaming arrows the evil one shoots at me. I cram the helmet of salvation onto my head, knowing that this covering of His blood is where my victory begins. I pick up the sword of the spirit, which is the word of God. Yes, I pick it up everyday, multiple times.
After all this armor is in place so that my entire body, mind, and soul are protected, I am instructed to pray, keep alert and persevere. It is a package deal. All, or I may as well have nothing. (Ephesians 6:10-20)
But oh my goodness, it is hard work. And Satan knows that. He stands ready with his arrows for the instance he sees an armor piece slide. I can keep my armor securely in place here at home, but at work, sometimes not. If someone invites me to eat out somewhere, I can plan diligently but still make bad choices in the moment. I truly would like to become a hermit and stay home all day, every day.
My mind was focused AGAIN this morning on NEW MORNING MERCIES in a Solid Joy devotional by John Piper. The connection was made between daily mercies and daily trouble. Both sent from the hand of God, and both measured out in the right proportions. Always enough mercy for the trouble we are asked to walk through. Made me think of the manna God sent to the Israelites as they wandered through the wilderness…just enough for the day.
Little Lovely and I are doing some raw eating for the summer. I am excited. I have tried it before, but never have I had someone to do it with. So I am psyched. I am going to dub it “Rawsome Summer 2018” and I will tell you all about it. We are going to begin with a week of detoxing in the middle of May and move on from there. I am hoping to continue on until the end of August, and maybe beyond, but not sure Little Lovely will do that long. But she might?
Bedtime calls. Sleep well.