What I have learned thus far about myself, by sacrificing chocolate during Lent, is that I use the rich dark gooey goodness as a crutch, a treat, a mini-spa moment, and for any other reason I can justify in the moment. I think I need chocolate (and whatever pleasure etc. that it brings me), therefore I crave it.
Wouldn't it be great if we had such a strong indicator for our need for God. Err... maybe that's the point of this whole Lenten sacrifice thingy.
Moments this past week when I needed/craved chocolate and realized how much I needed Someone else:
- when my baking dish exploded in the oven shattering into a thousand pieces, piercing my roast with tiny bits of glass
- after my husband read in the paper about changes in his travel schedule
- when the white shirts turned pink in washing machine
- after my favorite Basketball team lost 2 in a row
- as the winter blahs set in and no sunshine was in the forecast
Instead of reaching to the freezer where my bag of dark chocolate goodness resides... I reach out to the One who makes all things new, possible, and is less calories.
2 comments:
I think that's what the tradition is all about. I gave up looking at sites that had any link to my recent football guy. It's well hard, especially when I often use that inplace of real affections. But it's been good for me. Plus, now that you've inspired me I'm going to pray everytime I think about that certain hunk...LIKE RIGHT NOW Anyway it's a really good thing, to exchange one thing for something completely 100% better....GOD
Was good to chat with you on Sunday!
An excellent entry.
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