Anyway, here goes.
My coworker keeps Charleston Chews in her office. It's odd - I don't really care for them. I don't ever crave them, I don't buy them at the grocery store. But when she has them in her candy dish, I imbibe.
So today, I took the last one from her dish. I sat in front of her desk to chat about her kids and Landon. And I opened the Charleston Chew. I took a bite, savored the flavor burst of the chocolate and nougat...and felt guilty: here I am trying to eat better and I'm snacking on candy. I started to regret eating it, but I took another nibble. I just couldn't stop myself.
Suddenly and forcefully, the Charleston Chew flew from my hand...and landed on our terribly dirty carpet. It's sudden death was tragic - cut down just before the prime bite!
I think God saying something like, "Oh you feel guilty for eating this now? That's easy enough to solve." Then he smacked it out of my hand and said, "There. Now you don't have to worry about it. No more guilt."
Please keep me in your thoughts today as I try to overcome this.
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