On that night, when I desperately wanted to give into the comfort of ice cream, God showed up! Food no longer holds me captive! I am free! I am no longer defined by what I eat or don’t eat. Food is fuel. No longer comfort. Now, as I write this, I am just completing my fifth month of fasting from the list of foods. Obedience is still sometimes hard. But God, He has developed in me, self-control, a fruit of the Spirit. Will my flesh fail? Most definitely. But God, I rejoice in the victory! I rejoice in the healing of my heart that continue today. I rejoice in the healing of my gut health, my hormonal health, and liver health that continues today. The physical healing is really just beginning in the last month. I have no doubt, it is because I had healing of my mind and Spirit to address first.
Easter festivities came and went without a desire. Foods looked delicious. I saw some favorites that I don’t know when I will see again, made by family. “Cheats” cross my mind, but its not cheating at this point. It is simply a discussion with the Holy Spirit within me, “Do I partake? Am I ready? Will I be okay?” In one case, I did partake. No guilt. No shame. No condemnation. In that case, it was corn and potatoes – not even sweets! Maybe a stall in some gut healing, but God, I’m okay. HE is healing me. He is good! Food no longer holds me captive. I am free!
Where I once thought I had freedom and true acceptance in who God calls me to be, I now embrace it in a much more intimate way. I praise God, my Father; Jesus Christ, my friend; and the Holy Spirit, who resides within this temple I pledge to honor and respect. I am now ready to step into this next season: a season of deeper Trust.