Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Cravings



Chocolate chip cookies.  Brownies.  Ice Cream.  Coke (soda for you nonsoutherners like my husband).   My body craves all that is so wrong for it, especially during pregnancy.   Left to my own devices I would happily bake and devour an entire pan of butterscotch brownies all in one sitting, which is why I can't stay up too late after my young (and might I mention noncommisioned) accountability partners are asleep.  They fear me spawning another ten pound baby, whose birth weight was the direct result of too many Reece's and hot fudge cakes.

What I need and what I want are diametrically opposed.   And these are no mere longings, a wish list of sorts.  They are cravings.   Gotta haves.  Will do anything to ensure I get.  Hunt down.  Actively seek out.  Make it happen.  But, my cravings misguide me.  Unreliable.  They need to be retrained so that they work in harmony with what my body needs.  This takes time. And a constant feeding on the right stuff all the time until I crave what is good.  Crave the best.

Our fallen nature was born with inbred cravings for anything and everything other than God.  From the beginning, we come crying into this world.  Sick.  Abnormal in our desires.  Addicts of the worst kind of fare.  Convinced that our souls will most be satisfied by the lusts of the flesh, the pride of life, by every idol that waves to us on the path.   Whispers our name.  Whistles a compliment.  

He came to break our addictions.  To restore us to health.  To retrain our tastes so that we crave the only One who will satisfy our souls.   On this sanctification walk, we lose our tastes for this world's fare by feeding on Him, and He will awaken our souls to the immeasurable delight of heaven's table.  And we will wonder how we ever longed for anything else.

But, like in sickness, did I loathe this food,
But, as in health, come to my natural taste,
Now I do wish it, love it, long for it,
And will forevermore be true to it.
~A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act IV, scene i




3 comments:

  1. What are you talking about I see you eat salads and green stuff all the time. But you did eat alot of the cake we brought home from the party.

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  2. Mmmhmmm. So true, it reminds me of a definition I once heard for the word idolatry, that stuck with me: Something (anything) you are willing to sin in order to obtain. Ouch.

    Love you Beth! (((hugs)))

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  3. So true. A book that spurred thought on this topic for me was "The Word on Health." We are given this one physical body. I want mine healthy--as much as depends upon me--so that I can serve Him as long as He allows. Blessings to you!

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