I am more of a second starter anyways! We had three BIG events at the gym this weekend, which are SO super fun, and its NOT that i was unprepared, it was that I felt like I was missing out. You see, I live in the South…where MOST THINGS revolve around Southern Hospitality (read: Food and Drink) and I have a HARD TIME hurting anyone’s feelings…and let’s be honest, I wasn’t clean enough yet to miss the cravings!
(ummmmmm did you just read ALL those excuses?!) SO. I am DETERMINED to make it 30 days. 30 DAYS! That is like NOTHING! and I just don’t get why I was so not good and why its SO easy to fall into the trap of not eating well.
I didn’t feel great
I DID regret everything I ate
and. then I was frustrated!!!
So needless to say, when my dear sweetheart Bree (who, by the way, is the most perfect picture of Christ to me! Graceful, loving, forgiving…..) sent this to me yesterday, it resonated perfectly.
We all have them. Weak places. Places inside us that make us wonder if we’ll ever get it together like the together people. Places that make us feel less than. Less than victorious. Less than a conqueror. Less than strong.
Weak places can sometimes trip us up in life. Weak places can so easily consume us, label us, and knock the life right out of us.
My weak places frustrate me- especially this time of the year. I just resolved to do better three weeks ago at the new year and already I’m slipping in a couple of places. And yet I refuse to resign that I can’t ever change.
With the power of Christ all things can be made new. All broken things are subject to restoration. But sometimes I get so tired of trying and I just feel weak. Can you relate?
What is your weak place? A money situation that seems impossible? A temper that flares? An insecurity that stings? A family dysfunction that is always brewing? A food issue that rages even though you just signed up for that new diet program?
One of my most raw weak places for years, was my inability to find peace with my eating struggles. I hated that this had to be my issue. I hated that I didn’t seem to have the self-control other women so effortlessly exhibited. I hated that I constantly bounced from feeling deprived to feeling guilty with my food choices.
And I don’t flippantly use the word hate.
It’s reserved for the most brutal of struggles – which this most certainly was.
I want to share the three best things you can remember if your weak place is a food struggle.
1. The scale can measure your physical weight but never your worth as a woman. Do you know that? I mean do you know it the second you step on that scale and start calling yourself names you’d never let other people call you?
Here’s a little activity I want you to do this week. Go get some sticky notes. Write these words on them: beautiful, courageous, able, called, victorious.
Now, put these notes over the numbers on your scale and for the next five days, receive only the truth when you step on that scale.
2. You are more than a sum total of your tastebuds. Remind yourself when you think you want that unhealthy food option that only your tastebuds want that… your heart doesn’t want that candy bar. Your arms don’t want those french fries. Your brain doesn’t want those chips. Your hiney doesn’t want that cheesecake.
Only your tastebuds want that… so let your arms, brain, heart and hiney boss your tastebuds around. Let majority rule!
3. Nothing tastes as good as peace feels. Sweet sister, God made you to walk in His peace. You were made to consume food but food was never supposed to consume you. Of all the things Jesus has asked the Holy Spirit to remind us, peace was first on His list!
“But the Counselor, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you all things and will remind you of everything I have said to you. Peace I leave you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid,” (John 14: 26-27).
Ask yourself, “Is this food option going to add to my peace or take away from it? Because by golly, nothing tastes as good as peace feels!”
I pray these three things breathe strength into a very raw, hard, and sometimes seemingly impossible struggle. Trust me sister, victory is possible.
Even the smallest drop of God’s strength is more than enough to cover our frailties, our shortcomings, the places where we deem ourselves weak.
So instead of wallowing in my weak place, I will let the Spirit reveal the one positive step I can take today. I will wash away the condemnation with the warmth of His grace. I will receive His power. For when I walk in His power, I can rename my weakness, my strong place.