Okay, so maybe it it was 3/4 of the bar, but at least I had the restraint to not eat the last quarter.
I would like to say this was an isolated incident, but it wasn’t. Tuesday, this was all brought on by the stress of a horrible day. I eat when I am stressed, and someone put a giant chocolate bar in my mailbox and school. Who was this instrument of evil? (Okay, so I exaggerate, not their fault. They were actually being so extremely thoughtful.)
In the end, I know that this bar of chocolate cannot actually satisfy or help in anyway, but I THINK momentarily that it will. I think that food or sweets will give me peace and magically I will be more joyful and kind and gracious to the people around me. I think that this chocolate is exactly what I need to make things better.
But actually what it does is make me feel guilt and shame and experience a sugar low at some point of the day. That peace isn’t going to come in the form of a candy bar, ice cream cone, or even in a happy hour spent venting about a stressful day.
I can only find the peace and joy I long for from directly from the source of all peace and joy. The One who created this desire in me. This song reminds me of where I can find my peace.
In the storm In the storm
What do you run to find peace where it won’t be found? How do you bring yourself out of that?