Saturday Reflection

And if I go , while you’re still here …
Know that I live on ,
Vibrating to a different measure
Behind a thin veil you cannot see through.
You will not see me,
So you must have faith .
I wait for the time when we can soar
together again ,
Both aware of each other.
Until then , live your life to the fullest
And when you need me ,
Just whisper my name in your heart
… I will be there .

Emily Dickinson

Art by Kaye Parmenter

2020 Photo Home Challenge

2020 Home Photo Challenge

This was my backyard view this morning. An incredibly beautiful start this new day courtesy of God 💛☀️

“In the morning, LORD, You hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before You and wait expectantly.” ~Psalm 5:3~

Father, thank you for intervening in my life and allowing me to have a personal relationship with you. Thank you for your love for me today and forever. Thank you for the blessings you’ve given me and my family. Help us use those blessings to bless others. May I live a life of true joy as I see you at work around me today! In Jesus’ name. Amen. -~Ron Moore~

40 Day Sugar Fast…Day 12

DAY 12 — Friday, January 17, 2020

Have you been able to pin-point some of your gnarliest food triggers? I love how Asheritah Ciuciu says it in her book, Full.

“It’s useful for us to determine what our particular triggers are, and when faced with that trigger, we can make the intentional choice of whether to go to God or go to food.”

Share a bit about your most stubborn food triggers and what God is teaching you. I can’t wait to read what you’re learning!

40 Day Sugar Fast

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There is no doubt that my main trigger(s) were/are feelings…loneliness, grief (sadness) mindless boredom. My husbands unexpected death in ‘16 found me at the age of 53 alone for the first time in my entire life. That first year, I lived on coffee …. grapes (aka wine)…the good ole cacao bean (aka dark chocolate in any form) and ice cream, with the occasional salad thrown in for good measure. 3 + years later, I still struggle. I struggle with cooking for one, wondering what’s the sense in it. It’s easier to pour a glass of wine ( I always cut mine with club soda to make it a bit more justifiable to myself 🤦🏻‍♀️) and snack on said chocolate or cheese and crackers or pretzels or whatever. It’s the nights though, when I’m settled in…whatever show I may be watching on Netflix, I need to have my hand busy feeding myself…..cue the big bowls of ice cream…or just a jar of peanut butter and a spoon.

Knowing all this and making the changes needed is slowly happening. I know I have to eat. I can’t fast in the sense that I not eat, that’s just not an option. What I’m learning here is that I can make better choices for myself and know that when I feel the urge to reach for something I don’t need, I can turn to my Bible, I can turn to my prayer journal, I can turn to silent communion with God, and feast.