Happy Wednesday guys! Prayers and thoughts with you that your weeks are fulfilling to Christ’s works and forever striving in and by His grace.
Today I let the food talk for God’s good works in me.
Breakfast this morning was big and therefore challenging. I made a big bowl of oatmeal with a bunch of berries, coconut oil, and sunflower seeds. I got in a good amount of (unmeasured!!!) substance that I knew I’d need for the day. I spent the morning in the book of Hebrews, doing some homework, and cleaning my room a bit. I’m home by myself Wednesday mornings so I definitely sing at the top of my lungs and worked on choreography for the classes I teach too. I bussed to class in time for Linguistics, and then met Laura to study together where we caught up and I ate a Lara bar as a snack. A few hours later, Johnny and I headed to house for some always needed, never long enough time together. Together we’re reading a book called “When God Writes Your Love Story.” We’re not very far, but the premise and the writing is fantastic and I would recommend it to all couples, above all tapping into God and what He would have for your relationship.
And this boy makes me smile more than I thought was possible. And the peace, spirituality, humour, and cuteness in our relationship is all to be given to God. Praising Him in all of this. I later had a handful of carrots while watching Netflix with Johnny, his brother, and housemate, noting the normalcy of Johnny’s dinner that is/was “just food.” FUEL. Necessary.
I had Christian Studies in the evening, our class still centered in Matthew Chapter 5. God generated discussion on our being “the light of the world” and not “the lights of the world” because WE, as humans, are not the lights– there is no plural. Rather GOD and ONLY GOD is the LIGHT, and He works through us to shine to this sinful earth. Nothing to do with US, only to do with HIM. Ah, so good. What better encouragement from my Saviour to live for Him, therefore fueling the body He blessed me without distraction or the work of the enemy.
After class, I missed my bus home, and only then did I realize my extreme hunger. I wandered back to the seminary and grabbed an apple from the kitchen.
By the time I got home, it was after 11, and I knew I hadn’t eaten nearly enough for the day. I put on a big sweater, got comfy, positioned myself with some homework and glee, and ate dinner, exactly what I was wanting: banana, dates, tons of berries, and carrots with peanut butter. I know this doesn’t sound like dinner, but it was TRULY what sounded good to me and I ate plenty. Not giving into Ed thoughts whatsoever but more so challenging them, also with no calories counted, no measuring, and little anxiety. Forever praising the Lord.
Im off to bed now, sleep tight and blessings for a prayerful and peaceful night.