I think God's telling me to go on a diet.
Forget the fact that my aunt told me for two weeks after we got my mom home from the hospital that she doesn't want me to wind up with diabetes like my mother.
And the fact that my mother is telling me the same thing.
And my brother.
Now it's God.
On the way to a district workshop this morning, I listened to a pastor on the radio talking about God's word as spiritual food. Although he didn't say this, I knew God was telling me that I take way too much pleasure in physical food, and not enough in the spiritual food that is the meat and milk and honey and bread and water of the word.
It made me want to go through my Bible and find all the places where words from God are equated with food.
I never considered myself an emotional eater, because I eat regardless of the emotion. Happy - eat. Stressed - eat. Tired - eat. Well, you get the idea. But what if.....
Happy? Sing a song of joy.
Stressed? Be still and let God reveal himself.
Tired? Take a nap! Jesus did!!
Bored? Take a walk.
I'll write more on this later.
But right now, I have to go take the frozen pizza I'm eating for lunch out of the oven.