March 6th - God Wants to Provide My Daily Bread

So how does God want me to eat?               

An answer is right there in the middle of the Lord’s Prayer, something I’ve had memorized for most of my life.

“Give us this day our daily bread.”

Bread for today.  Today’s bread.  Not tomorrow’s bread.  No more bread than what I need for today.  Important enough to be mentioned in the prayer Jesus taught us to pray. 

And that prayer is not like a page long.  It’s short and simple and apparently, daily bread is that relevant to intercede for on a daily basis.

In the desert, God gave the Israelite’s manna, but only enough for that day.  (With the exception of Saturday, they were instructed to gather for Sunday, too.)  The rest of the week, if they gathered extra bread, it would rot.

Wouldn’t life be so much easier if the excess food I didn’t need for the day would just rot on my plate mid meal?  Gross, but makes the portion control a breeze.  When that second (or third) portion of hashbrown bake suddenly had maggots crawling on it.  Not so hard to resist it then.

“Thy Kingdom come,

Thy will be done,

on earth as it is in Heaven.”  

I surrender to Your will Oh Lord, have Your way.

“Give me this day my daily bread,

And lead me not into temptation…” 

(Coincidence, daily bread followed by temptation intention?)

 

Satisfy me, Oh Lord, so nothing from my flesh and sinful nature leads us astray.

“But deliver us from evil.” 

I only want to bring glory to Your name.

I’ve heard the phrase, “eat when you are hungry, stop when you are full” from the Weigh Down Diet.  My trainer friend said to eat to the point of contentment.

Contentment vs. “full” or even “satisfied.”  Satisfied, to me, means I don’t even want it any more, I’ve had enough.  Full, to me, means I couldn’t eat anymore because I’m done.

Contentment, to me, is a peaceful word.  I might “want” more and I might actually have “room” for more, if I stretch the stomach a bit and lay down after I eat.  But I am content with the wise portion I’ve consumed.  I’m at peace. 

Sugar intake update – I tasted the caramel on the rolls.  I had to, just to make sure it wasn’t icky or grainy when I put them on the rolls for hubby’s work.  I actually tasted the caramel twice, once more after they came out, again to make sure I wasn’t sending crap to the office.  Just on the tip of a finger.  I didn’t lick the kettle or the spoon or the excess after I flipped them upside down left in the cake pan.  Legalistically, I suppose that’s a cheat.  But I’d say considering all I didn’t do, I’m still calling it a win. 

I think I’ll have my oldest be my taste tester for puppy chow.  I am remembering Twilight, when Edward had to suck James’s venom from Bella and he had the self-control to stop.  I’d like to think I could do the same.  But, let’s be real people, it’s puppy chow.