So, last night was an interesting night. Nothing I hadn't experienced before, but it was interesting. I've been working out again, managing my nutrition like a hawk (thanks to the ever-watching eyes of Tim) and overall feeling pretty good. Enough about that, though...maybe another post for another time. Anywho, last night we had a great group of WSC soccer players and life group friends here for supper. I had planned all day to be able to indulge in some potluck goodness and did great...until dessert. I had a cookie bar or two, a piece of fruit pizza, another cookie and yet another piece of fruit pizza.
And then I felt terrible.
Not guilt. No, there's nothing wrong with cookies, etc. if eaten in moderation (this probably wasn't great moderation, though, haha). I know that, I just don't always know when to stop so I have been trying to avoid them altogether. The problem was with my stomach! Who knew that, after weeks of training myself to live without incredibly sugary, carb-loaded fat, my belly would revolt at the intake of a few cookies? Ugh. The pain. The torture. The lesson (followed by a big dose of Pepto)--stay away from the cookies!
As Christians, we strive to live without sin. We're not perfect. Ever. But we can strive for it. And when we give in to a temptation that has previously caused us to sin, even just once!, it can lead to a tumultuous battle to overcome it once again. Our souls hurt, guilt ensues, and then God swoops in. When we ask forgiveness, we still battle those cravings, the temptations. But battling doesn't happen alone--He's there and once again, our body can forget how good "being bad" feels.
Just a little rambling but something I had to relearn last night. :)
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