I brought them home from the hospital with my third child. Eating became a cheap past-time for this grown woman who had been brought to her knees by the responsibility demanded of a newborn plus a one-year-old plus a three-year-old. My schedule, my priorities, my activities, my preferences, and my sense of control had acquiesced to three little creatures that were consumers, not producers, on a different food chain. I became the producer by default, and consumed food to compensate.
Eating became the balm and my consolation.
Now my kids are sixteen, thirteen, and twelve; and I am thirty pounds heavier and "tired-er." My food issues have expanded their territory by three dress sizes, and I am no longer in need of balm or consolation.
What does this have to do with the Daniel Fast at CWO Church that starts today? It has to do with confession, a common first stage in prayer and fasting. It also has to do with accountability for me and, hopefully, encouragement for you. I have a hunch I'm not the only American who brought home a little extra balm and consolation one unsuspecting day, and has done battle with over-eating and/or emotional eating off and on ever since.
The first time we fasted in the fashion of Daniel as a church body, I was breastfeeding, so I participated creatively by fasting an hour of sleep each morning for quiet, uninterrupted bible study and prayer.
It's time to kick the habit.
I've never had to do that before: quit. Not smoking, gambling, biting my nails or sucking my thumb. I've never had to break a bad habit until now.
It's not going to be easy. I have food issues and a gargantuan fear of failure. But I also have the Holy Spirit to empower me and a desire to please God, a gargantuan one.
What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who is against us?