Good Morning, God!
I’ve been chatting with the boys — young men, really — about the Five Love Languages — I like to keep bringing that topic up. Let’s see, the five are Gifts, Physical Touch, Words of Affirmation, Quality Time and Acts of Service. But in just these few days it has come to me that FOOD should be a SIXTH Love Language. The old adage about the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach rings true.
And suppling food is a major challenge for me — even with all the work Sandy did in preparing their lunch packets. Teenage boys eat so much and these have sensitive taste buds. I take one of them with me when I shop for food. Mostly we do well, God. But, for them, I do buy desserts.
I haven’t been in real grocery stores that much God, and it has been a bit of a shock. I have come Face to Face with the New World of Amped-up Food — Sugar, Salt, Fats and FLAVORS — and so far I have managed not to eat it. Let’s see, God, it was chocolate covered peanut butter pretzels that Mark tossed into the basket this afternoon. He had a couple, and I gave Ian a few. Neither boy wanted more. Now, on the other hand, God, if I had eaten even ONE I would have eaten more — maybe 10 more or maybe many more.
As long as I stay away from grains — stay on the wagon — I can resist the New Super-Tasty Food. But the power of the Sugar Snake is great! She longs to delude me into thinking I can have “just one.” I CAN’T. There is great power in that humility, God.