Every night this week at revival we have been greeted by a serving counter full of every kind of cookie imaginable. All right, that was an exaggeration, but there are a bunch of cookies!
I mentioned them to my daughter on the way to church last night and she hadn’t noticed them. She wondered why we haven’t been staying afterwards, then, to have some cookies. Hel-lo? Really? Was she not paying attention to me on Sunday? We had had a fellowship dinner after morning worship service in celebration of the return of Jake D’Andrea and his family, and my chair faced the dessert table the entire meal. Next time I won’t let that happen.
I did a good job picking out healthful foods to eat, all protein and non-starchy veggies, and I even traded in the lemonade my daughter had ordered for me for an unsweetened tea. All was fine and good until . . . my chair faced the dessert table. Things unraveled pretty quickly after that. I won’t tempt and torture you by recounting every bite of dessert I had, but I ended up having to allow myself grace for that meal and jumping back on plan three hours later–even though I had started the meal with such good intentions.
Last night I told my daughter we could stay afterwards if she wanted some cookies. Since she’s in a wheelchair and can’t hold her plate of cookies and wheel herself to the table at the same time, I loaded the three cookies she selected onto her saucer and placed them on the table for her. Then I headed to the ministry table to buy a music CD, a couple of books, and some preaching CDs.
I kept myself busy, selecting stuff to buy and talking to others, so that I wouldn’t be sitting in the food area, being stared down by some cookies.
In keeping with this week’s theme on “What’s Under Your Tent” and the story of the downfall of Achan, I can testify based on my own experience that the eye (looking) can get a person into trouble.
Just as I was tempted by the dessert table when I gazed at all the wonders that others were loading onto their plates, Achan was tempted by the fancy Babylonian garment and the gold and silver when he saw them (Joshua 7:21). He looked, he lusted, he looted (taking the garment and gold and silver for himself and burying it in the midst of his tent) and he lost! Looking is always the first step on the downward spiral to defeat.
Genesis 13:10: And Lot lifted up his eyes, and beheld all the plain of Jordan, that it was well watered every where, before the LORD destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah, even as the garden of the LORD, like the land of Egypt, as thou comest unto Zoar.
Ge:13:11: Then Lot chose him all the plain of Jordan; and Lot journeyed east: and they separated themselves the one from the other.
Lot looked, lusted, looted (chose the plains of Jordan) and lost.
Genesis 3:6: And when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was pleasant to the eyes, and a tree to be desired to make one wise, she took of the fruit thereof, and did eat, and gave also unto her husband with her; and he did eat.
Eve looked, lusted, looted (took the fruit) and lost.
2 Samuel 11:2: And it came to pass in an eveningtide, that David arose from off his bed, and walked upon the roof of the king’s house: and from the roof he saw a woman washing herself; and the woman was very beautiful to look upon.
David looked, lusted, looted (took another man’s wife for himself) and lost.
The eyes can’t be trusted. I saw that on Sunday at our fellowship dinner. I looked at all the sugar-laden desserts that had been brought to the dinner; I lusted after the cakes, brownies, pies and marshmallow salads; I looted from the dessert table; and I lost my mind!!! Not only did I eat my piece of cake and my pistachio pudding salad (or whatever it was), I also tasted my daughter’s desserts and ate what she didn’t want. Bad Dirinda. Bad, bad Dirinda.
See what I mean about the eyes? I’ve learned that, to succeed, I should not put myself into situations of temptation. I’m not that strong, yet. Will I ever be? I don’t know. Only time will decide that, but, for now, I should walk quickly through the store, loading my cart with only those things on my list, never venturing down the cookie aisle or the fresh baked goods section.
I am making excellent progress on Trim Healthy Mama. I am down at least sixty-four pounds, but I need to give myself a fighting chance. I need to be kind to myself and not sabotage all my hard work by yielding to the lust of my eyes.
It helps to make promises, too. Last night before revival I promised myself that I could have an orange julius when I got home, with all plan-approved ingredients, of course. I also had two multi-grain Wasa Crispbreads, spread with Neufchâtel cheese and Smuckers Simply Fruit. Not a bad reward for saying “No, thank you” to the cookie counter! In fact, it was quite a tasty trade-off, a fabulous E snack.