As I shaved what was left of her hair off yesterday after her 5th chemo treatment, I thought about how grateful I am that there is hope and a future for my mom. That her hair will eventually grow back and life will go on. But what about those who are losing the fight or are still unsure which way the battle will go? Don't they have hope and a future too?
Friends, I need grace. And I might not be the only one. Life is hard, our bodies are imperfect and our emotions are a beast to be tamed. Sometimes we just need to be real with each other and say what’s up.
See that big drop in my weight chart? That's from this week with my pasta and muffins and brownies and veggie burger and fries. What the what?! I think God was on to something when He started us out as plant eaters in the Garden of Eden.
I was trying to do too many “good” things and was feeling stressed because I wasn't doing anything well. God brought me back to what is most important; my relationship with Him, my marriage, and my children. Making sure that I'm doing those well first and foremost is what He wanted from me.
It's easy to reason that it's just one slice, or just a little frosting on the finger, or just one cuss word, or just one cigarette, but the core issue in the battle of self-control is the inability to just say no. Not a little, or maybe or just this once. No.