Nutritiously Full

Lately I've been on what you could call a “health food kick.” I spend much of my time reading nutritional books, discovering new recipes, learning details about vitamins and minerals, and even watching food documentaries. It’s a bit of a health food craze.

When I first started becoming deeply interested in this topic, I had a difficult time deciding what I wanted to eat. I learned quickly that the meals I’d been eating weren't exactly nutritious, but I wasn't learning fast enough which meals were nutritious. This left me clueless around appropriate meal times as to which foods I should choose to eat. (To be honest, it was actually quite stressful. I don’t recommend becoming nutritionally aware in this way).  

As time went on, I discovered a more efficient and less stressful way to put my new-found knowledge of dietetics to use. Rather than omit from my diet every food that was lacking in nutritional value, I instead began to incorporate slowly foods that are nutritionally valuable and beneficial. As I continued to add the healthful foods into my diet, other foods began to gradually disappear from my fridge, pantry, and shopping list.  

It then became about making nutritionally sound decisions rather than attempting to avoid making unhealthy ones, and somehow that is less stressful. Making a positive decision can be empowering, but trying to avoid a negative decision can be tiring, distressing, and nerve-wracking.

Ultimately, it was about adding what I found to be beneficial and allowing what was unprofitable to be pushed out.

Makes sense, huh? Though I attained this concept through the challenge of stocking my pantry with nutritious “superfoods,” I have learned that it can be valuable in various different aspects of my life.

Many times Christians may ask, “What exactly can we do?” when questioning where the lines of the “Christian dos-and-don’ts” are drawn. They want to know exactly where the line is so they may push it as far as it can possibly go, enabling them to sacrifice and compromise as little of life as possible.

Though I have before asked this question myself, I find it to be unnecessary and deeply counterproductive.

The way to live a Christian life is not to ask, “How far can I push it? How far can I go before it becomes sinful?” Though such deserves a complex answer, I simply believe instead you should focus on incorporating the things you know are good into your life, and allow the bad to be pushed out.

 “So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.” 1 Corinthians 10:31

Whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.

Hypothetically if you were doing everything for the glory of God, there would be no need to ask how much you could compromise his commandments. You wouldn't need to! Your life would be filled with glorifying moments, acts and words, leaving no room for the sinful ones.

Isn't this what we should strive for? Shouldn't we spend our time incorporating good acts into our lives and contemplating how we can live, speak, and work for his glory? Shouldn't our sights be fastened on what we can do for God rather than what we can’t do for ourselves?

If we are solely focused on living for God, we won’t have time to examine how we can live for ourselves as we push God’s boundaries and test his mercy.

Quite frankly, it doesn't matter how slightly or strongly we push a boundary, because any kind of compromise is less than glorifying to God. There is simply no point in asking, “How can I technically follow this but still get around it?” because in strategizing potential loopholes you are not glorifying God, which means you’re already a step behind what you ought to be doing.

So begin filling your pantry of life with righteous and glorifying ways, and gradually those that are unprofitable will be forced out. After all, God gives us a finite amount of minutes each day; we can only fit a certain amount of life into that time. Make it good life. 

Just as I fill my pantry more each day with nutritious (and delicious) foods, I plan to work at filling my heart with God in the same way: forcing out the bad by filling it fully with the good.  

“No good tree bears bad fruit, nor does a bad tree bear good fruit … A good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart, and an evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in his heart.” Luke 6:43,45

Describing the Indescribable

“Always go with your passions. Never ask yourself if it’s realistic or not.”

Passions, to me, are interestingly complex. Many times the reasons for a passion cannot be described or discerned by the one who holds it, and most often are only fully understood by those who share it. There is an unspoken understanding, an indescribable bond between those who share a deep passion. Those outside of this typically can’t quite grasp the level of awe and fascination.

I believe this is part of what makes a passion so beautiful, however: the fact that it can’t truly be described with words, but can only be felt with the heart. 

Sometimes we can’t explain why a certain love is so strong- it just is.

Out of the many passions I hold in my heart, one of the deepest I have is traveling. I have what I believe to be an inexplainable love to travel to new places. In fact, I could probably talk for days about where I want to go, what I want to see, and which experiences I want to have.

Though I don’t think I could ever thoroughly explain why traveling is so dear to my heart, I have been asked numerous times before to try. Those who don’t understand it want to see what I see, but my simple words could never do justice to the beauty of it.  

One day in the comfort of my favorite park, I wrote in my journal the thoughts and feelings I could grasp about my traveling; I attempted to describe the indescribable. Here is what I found:

“What do I want? What is this, this for which my heart so strongly yearns?

Psalm 19:1-4 ‘The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day by day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. They have no speech, they use no words, no sound is heard from them. Yet their voice goes out into all the Earth, their words to the ends of the world.’

This. This is where my heart is: in nature, in creation. When you immerse yourself into the creation of another- whether it be a book, a song, a picture, a planet- you take a step inside their world. You get a peek into their heart and who they are.

Most often the sight I crave is into the heart of God, though I also love the creations of his creations. I can step into the life of another and see the world from their view when I travel. I can ask: What’s important here? What’s valued? What knowledge is common and shared? Where is God here? What is life like here?

I do believe that I hear God differently in different places. I see him differently in different places. I learn more of him and I connect with him uniquely in different places.

I like to go and wonder, “What was this like 50 years ago? 200? 2,000? What was this beauty like before man’s hands? Which parts of God’s creation did we decide to keep? How do God’s other creatures inhabit these places?

You know, God is quite the artist; He has a wonderful creativity. I love to see this in actuality. I love to feel his presence.

 “God, you've been here,” I think.

 Now I know he’s been everywhere, and it doesn’t always take a beautiful landscape to feel his presence, but sometimes in the ordinary and familiar I can forget to listen. I can forget to look and feel.

Besides, if an art museum was holding an exhibit of God’s work, I would take my time admiring each one; each beautiful, intricate, masterfully created piece. So why not do that here, in a land filled with his beautiful creations?

There is so much life and beauty out there; so many things to see, people to meet, and ways of life to understand. I want to expose myself to all of them- maybe to change, maybe to love more where I am, or maybe just to learn.

I will never fully know God until I see him in heaven, but I have the opportunity to see bits of his heart here as I explore the work of his hands. The more I see and learn the more I am in awe of him. Just imagine how much beauty exists to see!

I mean, if God didn't want us to enjoy his creation, he could’ve made it pretty ugly. It could consist solely of a flat, brown landscape. No uniqueness, no colors, no beauty. But he didn't. That leads me to believe that he wants us to enjoy the wonders of his creation and the artistry of his design.

Put quite simply, I want to enjoy this- this remarkable work he has made. Each place holds a piece of his voice and his heart, and experiencing that is what makes me feel alive.”

While my passion for traveling is deeper still than my words can say, I think this begins to describe my heart and my reasons for loving it so strongly. The most amazing part of it all is how I feel God uniquely connect with me within my passions, giving me a companion who needs no explanations of these things to enjoy them with me.  

I’m beginning to learn that I will always have a friend who understands my passions just as I do, and that makes me even more passionate.

“Travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living.” 

Running the Hills of Life

It doesn't take long for people who meet me to discover that I love running. I used to compete when I was in high school, and I enjoyed it so much that I stuck with it and continued to run on my own after I graduated. Though I still managed to stay in good shape, I learned that I very quickly became a set type of runner- I was static.

What do I mean by this? Simply that I was a good runner, but only at a specific pace on a specific incline during specific weather. I no longer trained through the elements, and because of it my performance suffered. I was great if every variable aligned perfectly! Though when I was met by hills, wind, sand or speed, my legs would die so fast it was as if I hadn't run a day in my life.

I couldn't understand it for some time, confused as to why my body wouldn't perform when I was clearly exercising it regularly, but finally I grasped it. How could I expect my running to remain constant through elements in which I hadn't trained? It made sense that my body would want to collapse going up a steep hill, because my muscles hadn't been prepared to overcome it.

Without the hills, the speed, or the weather, I wasn't really a runner- not a good one, anyway. I was someone who could run well at a fixed pace on a flat surface, and would struggle to make it through even two miles under any other circumstances. Though I was a runner at heart, my body argued otherwise.

As a runner, some of my favorite verses in the bible are those that relate faith to a race. They speak something special to me, and they use a wonderful analogy to assist me in understanding how to live the Christian life. It excites me to run regardless, but as I imagine running for Christ I am thrilled.

I am able to interpret and relate to these verses the best, but there has always been an aspect that I never quite got: the concept of trials. I knew the bible clearly stated that we would always face troubles, but I never really understood why.  I get that we’ll always encounter them, but why do we have to?

One morning I found my answer, quite appropriately timed, during my run.

I had never realized that God uses our troubles to grow us, mold us, and stretch us in a way that could never be done through a strictly pleasurable life. I knew that God could use our pains for such, but it never before struck me that sometimes pain prepares us and trains us in a way that comfort and contentment could not.

“For the kind of sorrow God wants us to experience is one that leads us away from sin and results in salvation.” -2 Corinthians 7:10a

God is one who wants us to grow. He wants us to plant our roots deep and care for them attentively so we may prosper. I once read, “God loves you exactly where you are, but He also loves you too much to leave you there.” He loves us as we are, but that doesn't mean he doesn't desire us to grow. He wants our faith to be strengthened. He wants us to flourish so we may be a light for him amidst the trials and temptations of the world.

Just as runners must sometimes allow themselves to run through the elements in order to grow in their strength, God sometimes allows storms in our lives so we may grow in our faith.

The body of a runner is strong, but only as strong as the trails that have been run. One who runs a flat course at a set pace will never have the muscles to sprint, run a hill, withstand weather, or make any adjustments to their performance when necessary. In the same way, though we may be running in our faith every day, God must allow hills or rain in our lives to strengthen our faith in a way we couldn't have otherwise.

Sometimes jogging in and of itself is a big enough challenge for my morning. There are times when I expound almost all of my energy simply putting one foot in front of the other; I think that is perfectly fine! Some days I think it may even be necessary. However, at the end of the day this will never make me a better runner. I will never increase my speed, stamina, or endurance if I fix myself in a comfortable pace on simple terrain. I will only improve when I push myself, and allow myself some challenges.

“Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.” James 1:2-4

Once we realize that some trials occur to produce in us the quality of endurance that helps us become spiritually mature, we can truly embrace them with joy and conquer them with confidence, all the while rejoicing that we are becoming ever stronger.

“No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.” Hebrews 12:11

Choosing Your Lenses

I hate scary movies. I mean HATE. You know, like the Plain White Ts say, "Hate is a strong word, but I really really really don't like you." 

Ok, so that may be a bit strong. But really, scary movies are not my thing. I’ll be the first to admit that I am a “scaredy-cat.”

I remember when I was just a kid I begged my mom to let me watch “It” with my older brother and his friends. I wanted so badly to be considered grown up and I somehow thought scaring myself silly would prove it. What poor logic! (Kind of like the time I watched Arachnophobia when I myself have arachnophobia). “It” was a bad, bad decision. I don’t remember how long my nightmares lasted afterwards, but I do remember them plaguing a significant portion of my childhood.

That’s what happens when I watch a scary movie: it haunts me for awhile. In reality, it’s probably quite pathetic the way I respond to spooky stuff. I’d run up the energy bill because I would need constant lighting, and I would most likely jump (literally) into my bed for fear of something grabbing me from underneath.

It’s real sad.

Pretty easy to see why I don’t watch scary movies, isn't it? Call me crazy, but I’d prefer not to intentionally freak myself out.

This sort of mental phenomenon happens in other instances though, does it not? You know, like the time your significant other does something extremely romantic, and you can’t stop thinking about it/him/her for days. Or when you finally get that job that you've been working for and you’re on cloud nine. Whatever it may be, good or bad, when something with any degree of intensity finds its way into our brain, it stays there for a little while.

Eventually it will fade, but for a moment you see the world through a different lens. (After a scary movie, I see the world through the, “Everyone is out to get me, there’s something in my room, someone will probably attack me in the shower, I’m never going in the basement,” lens).  

How important does this then, the idea of intentionally choosing your lenses, make it for us to continually and constantly delve into the bible?

If you were regularly diving into the truth of the word, you would routinely be seeing the world through that same truth.

I can only imagine what my life would be like if I lived it in the confidence of God’s truth; there are so many scars that could be healed and entrapments escaped. It’d be unbelievable! The power of the countless lies I believe would no longer exist, and I would be free from their suffocating oppression.

I think Job is a great example: a “blameless and upright” man whose children were killed, possessions and wealth were destroyed, and body had become diseased. Despite the numerous trials with which he was plagued, he held his faith in the goodness and truth of God.

“I have not departed from the commands of his lips; I have treasured the words of his mouth more than my daily bread.” Job 23:12

Job held to his faith through the truth found in the word; the truth that unveiled God’s character and promises while destroying the lies of the world. Such confidence didn't come from reading the bible once, twice, or ten times. Instead it came from a high esteem of God’s truth that encouraged him to read it daily. Job understood the power of the word.

I could easily list a handful of truths that would be beneficial for my heart to know, and yet I sometimes find it so difficult to dive into these regularly. Why is it so hard? I think I have convinced myself that, because I have read these truths before, they've already been written on my heart.

“I've heard that already, no need to read it again,” I think.

This is so far from the truth! In fact, such an idea completely undermines the power of the gospel and, more simply, the power of repetition.

“For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joint and marrow.”Hebrews 4:12

I oftentimes forget that the truth of the gospel is so much stronger than myself, and I can only take on its strength when I continually fill myself with its words.

“Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes … put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist.” Ephesians 6:11, 13-14

If simply watching a scary movie adjusts the lenses through which I see the world, imagine what reading a book as powerful as the bible could do. Even more so by reading it daily! Those lenses have got to be glorious.

“If you hold to my teaching, then you are really my disciples. Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”-John 8:32

When I Grow Up

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

Ah yes, the age-old question. For some, this question can bring a lot of excitement. “I’m glad you asked! Let me tell you about my dreams.” For others, this question can be stressful, or discouraging. “Actually, I don’t quite know exactly what I’d like to be. I’m still trying to figure that out.”

I relate much more with the latter. I dread this question from others (which people continue to ask me frequently, as if 21 isn't already grown up) because I simply just don’t know how to answer it. As a senior in college, I find myself still wondering what I want to be “when I grow up.” A single semester away from graduation, I have contemplated and dreamt about changing my major of studies completely. “Maybe I’ll just go back to school all over again,” I've thought.

Talk about lost.

Don’t people figure these things out before they even apply to colleges? Even kids know what they want to be already, and I haven’t a clue! I’m about to graduate and I feel no closer to knowing what I want to do with the rest of my life.

First come the feelings of waywardness, and a never-ending sense of blindly wandering. Next come the doubts and incessant “what ifs” about every step. Then come the inquisitions. You ask, “Is there something wrong with me? Why does everyone else have it all figured out?” Lastly, fear consumes your thoughts. You wonder if you’ll ever make it to the other side of the daily confusion, questioning, and desperate searching. What will happen if you don’t?

Will I ever amount to anything, or am I doomed to be an indecisive nomad forever?

It is such a loaded question, asking what you want to be. It puts intense amount of pressure in knowing, deciding, and then being something for the rest of your life. I don’t know if you know, but the rest of your life is a LONG TIME. Do you know how crucial that makes your answer? Let me tell you: extremely.

There is so much weighing on a single decision; one that seemingly everyone else has already made while I indefinitely can’t. I’d be lying if I said that thought, that seemingly everything is dependent upon a single question which I find impossible to answer, never stressed me out. I’d be kidding myself if I claimed it to be an easy choice- one that has never plagued my thoughts or kept me awake at night. No, it has been all of these, increasingly so as I creep closer and closer to graduation: the “real” world.

Through all of my wondering and wandering, I have missed one key factor: I've already answered the question, and I can honestly say that I have never looked back.

On November 27, 2005, I confidently answered the age-old question, pronouncing that I, for the rest of my life, wanted to be a child of God. A believer. A follower. A servant.

And that is what I am: a child of the high and mighty God, and there is nothing else I can ever be that is as significant, beautiful, or worthwhile.

Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. Matthew 6:19-20

You see, I have spent so much time searching for what I will someday be, but I have been looking in all the wrong places. My answer has never been in my schooling, my degree, or my career, but rather in God’s truth- the words that remind me who he has made me to be. In all of my searching I had forgotten that all I need to be is all that I already am: myself.

So, who am I?

I am a beautiful and beloved daughter of a mighty king.

For those who are led by the Spirit of God are the children of God. The Spirit you received does not make you slaves, so that you live in fear again; rather, the Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship. Romans 8:14-15

So in Christ Jesus you are all children of God through faith. Galatians 3:26

I am a glorious citizen of heaven.

But our citizenship is in heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ, who, by the power that enables him to bring everything under his control, will transform our lowly bodies so that they will be like his glorious body. Philippians 3:20-21

I am an heir with Christ, promised an eternal inheritance.

And you also were included in Christ when you heard the message of truth, the gospel of your salvation. When you believed, you were marked in him with a seal, the promised Holy Spirit, who is a deposit guaranteeing our inheritance until the redemption of those who are God’s possession. Ephesians 1:13-14

What can I be?

I can be a disciple of Christ.

Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. Matthew 28:19-20a.

I can be a light unto the world for the truth of the gospel.

You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden … In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in Heaven. Matthew 5:14,16

I can be an essential member of the body of Christ

Just as a body, though one, has many parts, but all its many parts form one body, so it is with Christ. For we were all baptized by one Spirit so as to form one body … the body is not made up of one part but of many. 1 Corinthians 12: 12-14

I can be an obedient, glorifying servant of God.

What does the Lord your God ask of you but to fear the Lord your God, to walk in obedience to him, to love him, to serve the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul? Deuteronomy 10:12

I have the freedom in Christ to pursue any career I desire, but as his child I am called to be something much higher. God isn't interested in my profession, though he can undoubtedly use me in whichever circumstance I choose. Ultimately, he is interested in my heart. I can spend my life working for societal success and monetary gain, or more importantly for “food that endures to eternal life, which the Son of Man will give,” (John 6:27).

Though I do not know which career I will find myself in 10 years from now, I do know my answer to the ancient question, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”

I want to be a child of God; a beautiful, forgiven, adored, adopted daughter of a high and mighty king.   

My heart took delight in all my labor, and this was the reward for all my toil. Yet when I surveyed all that my hands had done and what I had toiled to achieve, everything was meaningless, a chasing after the wind; nothing was gained under the sun. Ecclesiastes 2:10b-11

What One Word Can Say

“The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter- it’s the difference between the lightning bug and the lightning.”

Those who write attempt to say what many others cannot. They strive to portray thoughts and feelings for which many others have no words, oftentimes spending days searching for the right ones themselves. I delight in this complexity of writing. Languages fascinate me, and I am enthralled by the intricacies of words; how the absence, addition, or alteration of a single word can bring an entirely different meaning to a sentence.

There is a vast difference between a statement that reads, “I like painted art,” and another that states, “Painted art transfixes me.” Is there not?

Sentences with power and unique meaning are compiled of elaborately placed and chosen words, and the results can be astonishing.

This all came about as I was listening to a song just a few days ago. It was a worship song with which I am highly familiar (as it is one of my favorites), and though I have sung the lyrics numerous times before, I was this time struck by the significance of a single word.  

The lyrics sang, “Tuya soy. Tuya soy. Cristo, tuya soy.” I am yours. I am yours. Jesus, I am yours.  

The word that so struck me was “soy.” I am.

Why is this significant? Because in the Spanish language there are two ways of discussing who or what you are. To say, “I am,” you can say “estoy” or “soy,” and they both mean something separate. The lyrics would have translated the same had they been, “Tuya estoy. Tuya estoy. Cristo, tuya estoy,” but the meaning would have been changed.

The differences between soy and estoy are large in number, though in this context they can be simplified. Estoy is used more commonly with temporary feelings, ailments, or locations. Things such as, “I am sick,” or, “I am hungry,” or, “I am at work,” can be expressed by using estoy. These are temporary states that do not remain unchanged; such does not describe your life on a daily basis.  

However, soy is used more commonly to define the characteristics of a person. One can convey more concrete facts such as, “I am a woman,” or, “I am left-handed.” These are solidified identities about the person you are; pieces of yourself that will not change ten days nor ten years from now.

All of this to say that there is greater meaning when professing to Jesus, “Tuya soy.” It does not mean, “I am yours today, but we've still to see about tomorrow.” Not, “I am yours now, but there is a possibility that could change.” Nor does it say, “I am yours until x,y, or z happens, and then you can forget about it.”

Tuya soy means that you are His forever, and being His is a characteristic of who you are. It is not a job you work part-time or something you decide to be when convenient. It’s not a title you claim on good days and cast aside on the bad ones. Nor should it ever be any of these.

Being a disciple and servant of Jesus should be a characteristic as staple and permanent as, “I am Mary.”

After inspired by the song, I wrote this in my journal the other day:

“It’s unbelievable to me how simple it is, but that song says it so perfectly. Have I made being a servant to Jesus a characteristic of who I am? I've decided that being discipled by God and in service to Jesus needs to be my life, and all else more like a part-time job.”

Committing your life to God should be the most prominent and influential commitment in your life. It should be a promise that is given as much (if not more) time, energy, and effort as any school degree, career opportunity, or goal for which you strive. It should be so deeply written on your heart that it becomes an innate part of who you are.

For if it is all this, you can truly profess to Jesus that you are his- in the forever way.

My salvation and my honor depend on God; he is my mighty rock, my refuge. Trust in him at all times, you people; pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge. -Psalm 62:7-8

Question of the Day

When you have an addiction, it changes your entire life. It consumes your thoughts and time; it influences your actions and goals. It can monopolize you from the moment you wake up until the moment you go to sleep. If you've ever had an addiction, you know what I mean.

I am sad to say that I'm addicted to food and depriving myself of it. I am addicted to surface-level “beauty” and physical appearance. I am addicted to the feeling I get when I think I am skinny, somehow believing it makes me more important, valuable, and beautiful.

These addictions never fail to greet me each morning. When I wake up, I am bombarded by thoughts of food, exercise, and societal standards of appearance. Every morning I wake up and ask myself, “What can I do today to lose weight?”

It doesn't take long after my alarm for me to begin strategizing about my schedule for the day. I plan what I will eat and when I will work it off.

Do I have time to do a workout today?

Is the amount of exercise I have time for sufficient for what I plan to eat?

Should I wear baggy clothes today to hide myself?

Will I be in a situation today wherein I am forced to eat?

Can I avoid that situation?

All of this happens before I even get out of bed, and each morning I spend the time and energy to plan my day and feed my addiction.

Here’s my question: What would my life be like if I woke up every morning and asked myself, “What can I do to become closer to God today?”

If I woke up every morning and asked myself how I could strengthen my faith that day, would I lie in bed and strategize the way I do about my addiction? Would I plan it all out? Would I scheme for the good of my God and persistently squeeze it into my schedule at all costs?

What would my life look like if I did?

I imagine all of the hours spent each day mentally and physically giving in to my addiction; time spent researching food or forcing exercise upon myself. Moments spent verbally assaulting my body in front of the mirror or sobbing in the corner because I've bought in to all the lies.  

If I used that time each day for Jesus- to grow in my faith, further God’s kingdom, and love others well- I firmly believe my life would be drastically different. A deep faith could replace a deep addiction. Love based on one condition could transform to a love based on no condition. A plan to change my body could become a plan to change the world.

I may be alone in the cycle of daily interrogation and manipulation where my addiction is concerned, but I don’t think that I am. I think there are many people who imprison themselves behind such questions every day; people who wake up and almost immediately find themselves thrown into battle with their addictions and vices.

The great thing about this is that I am the one asking the questions and making the plans- that means that I can change them. Rather than allowing my addiction to starve me, I can decide to starve my addiction. I can ignore its inquiries and disregard its schemes. I can wake up tomorrow and ask myself, “What can I do today to strengthen my faith?” and I can watch my addiction die as I refuse to feed into it any more.

This afternoon I sat contemplating my meals and exercise regimen for the rest of the day, and I couldn't escape the feeling of God’s question on my heart.

“What do you think your life would be like if you took all this time you were spending on your disorder and spent it with Me?”

Though specifics are yet to be determined, I've got some ideas of how that question could be answered. Best of all, in that I've found another question; one that I will begin asking myself each morning.

“What can I do today to become more like Jesus?”

I’m very certain such a question every day will beautifully change my life. Call me crazy, but living each day for Jesus sounds so much better than living each day for an addiction. 

Since, then, you have been raised with Christ, set your hearts on things above where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things. For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God. -Colossians 3:1-3