Yesterday, my social media feeds were flooded with images announcing the upcoming grand opening of a donut shop in the town where I work. The first 100 people in line, the feeds shouted at me, will receive FREE DONUTS for a year.
It’s enough to make your heart skip a beat.
But as others were making plans to brave what could be a frigid February night camping out to earn a coveted spot, I found the doctor’s appointment card from where I’d met with a nutritionist in October — literally days before Halloween. At the appointment, my pre-diabetic self had learned the importance of limiting and counting carbs. I’d set forth with great tenacity and dedication and plunged head-long into the holidays, determined to stave off a disease that is on both sides of my family. Between late October and Dec. 20, I lost 14 pounds.
And then I slipped.
Just one sausage ball. And one more.
Oh, I love those cookies.
By the end of the year, five of those vanquished pounds found their way back, and those same pounds and I have been having a dance in the six weeks since. I take two steps forward and one step back. It’s all so frustrating. Because I know better. I can do better.
In my post yesterday, I mentioned that I was going to spend time in focused prayer during this season of Lent. This morning, even though I woke up with a splitting headache, I spent time focusing on the sacrifice of Christ at Easter, now 40 days away.
It’s amazing how unimportant things like carbs look in the light of a Savior. Craving and need for things like sugar and bread pale in comparison to the Bread of Life.
His love, His goodness, and His offer of salvation are soooo much better than anything. That thought — focusing on Him — is truly enough to make my heart skip a beat. Or to change a heart from the inside out. Psalm 34:8 says, “Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in Him.”
That’s way better than free donuts.