Dieting- There are harder things.

It seems for most of my life, my mind has had my body on a diet.  No, I haven't actually been on a diet, but my mind is telling me I should-therefore I am on a fake diet.   I have spent my time on Weight Watchers and 3 day diets.  I have spent my time avoiding ice cream and potato chips-my loves-but I have spent much of my life indulging as well. (As is indicated by the person I have grown to be.)

Currently, I am on the latest- counting carbs.  I have had a lot of inspiration from groups on Facebook and friends who have taken pictures of themselves and posted their weight loss.  I must say this diet is going much better than I expected.   That collection of chip bags that hang out in the corner of my cabinet, the ones I draw my every calorie from when I get home from school, are still there as full as they were two weeks ago.  The ice cream in the freezer only has a relationship with my husband.   I can only hope both (the ice cream and chips-not my husband) are not emotionally distraught over my ignoring them.

As difficult as it has been to avoid the temptation of those empty calories I so love, the most difficult thing I have done lately is to listen to God's voice.   I once put a post on Facebook about my husband's opinion of Facebook and Twitter and basically all social media.  I can't remember it exactly but it went something like -Twitter is from the Devil and Facebook is straight from Hell. (or vice versa)   It is so true!    All social media has the potential to be a force for the Lord and reach others but so often it is used for just the opposite.  It is used to seek and destroy.  Those posts that are stirring thoughts or comments that are going to be "just left right here" to see what drama the post can stir.   Those posts that arise anger in you that you almost lose control of your thoughts.  Those posts that let Satan creep into your mind.

Yes, the hardest thing I have faced as of late is to put Satan behind me and lift the situation up to God.  I must say that God and I have been in touch a lot lately.   Every time I feel that little snake creeping in on my soul, I have to repeat, "God, I lift this situation up to you.  You know my heart and desire.  Take control of the pain I feel and others feel.  I lift this up to you for you to take care of.  Help me understand there is a bigger picture and that with you all things are possible."  It is the hardest thing I have done- more difficult than avoiding chips and ice cream- more difficult than reminding myself to drink water-more difficult than making myself exercise.  It would be so easy to grab my phone and make social media what my husband says it is- from the Devil- but I refuse to let it.   I grab my Bible and let God lead me to what I want to hear.  And God is so faithful.  He knows exactly what I need to read- even though I say "Really God, Hear, Here?  I need some Proverbs."  But God knows, and it is so spot on it brings a smile to my heart.

At this time I am choosing to pray.  I am choosing to trust.  I am choosing to believe.  I am choosing to have faith.  I am praying to understand that this might be a long process but I have put God in control and he can see the good at the end.