Okay, I don’t eat breakfast. I used to grab a muffin and some coffee early in the morning, maybe some cereal or toast. But that changed. Coffee and juice and the hurried morning rush often left me with heartburn, I must have had acid reflux long before I ever heard of it. I moved into later breakfast, more toward noon.
Sometimes, that didn’t set well, either. I realized that my food and my stomach weren’t always getting along. I snacked a lot either a hurried dinner or a big one and a late night dessert. Though weight was always a concern, it was too much of one. I went through diet programs. The problem wasn’t the food. It was me. It was how I was eating and my meals were not relaxing nor enjoyable, especially the family get togethers. or going out to eat.
I had tried a Daniel’s fast for three weeks, didn’t make it. A three day one, oh, how awful. I would have a piece of toast and a big glass of grape juice, supersizing my Communion. How did Jesus make it 40 days? He was Jesus, I’m not. Even if try to follow Him closely. The past couple of years have been different, He was in control of my fast, I prayed about it. Some ladies I know do it to lose or control weight, I told Him I was doing it out of love and whatever He wanted to do was fine with me. i prayed.
I did managed to do partial fasts, not bragging on me but Him. I gave up Pinterest time, television, just stayed off the computer, I passed on a meal or two a day, and no ice cream, because it is pretty decadent, and can be a lust of the eye. I had some dark chocolate. He works with you not against you, you have an enemy who does that. And he tries to copy Jesus and fails, and he wants us to. Jesus never told us to go forty days and wait for him to want us to stones into bread.
Finally, I was beginning to realize that food was not the issue. I had willpower. But that wasn’t enough. I was not at rest. My heart was never at rest but always troubled and grieved. So my body and spirit never had any rest, and it was not my fault entirely, things were put upon me by the enemies and others, the labels of cruel words and being judged by the world’s ideal of beauty when the beauty of the Lord in me was there and waiting for me to rest in Him, so I did. I was always running to catch up to something and was really way ahead of what I ever thought I’d be.
I suffered from the fear of missing out, the fear of not fitting in, I resisted it but I was not resting. I had His promises. I knew I should not allow my heart to be troubled of afraid, but I didn’t know how to let it rest and now I do. The turmoil in my day, in my life left me with indigestion. I wasn’t feasting on His goodness or the provision of His Word. I heard and read but did not taste and see or even realize that it was He who tasted death for me.
Now, I still don’t eat breakfast, I like protein bars and they suffice. I will have a glass of milk, I can drink apple or grape juice, I do drink tea, not a big fan of water but I do drink some. Some days more than others. I do drink my share of Coke Zero. I will eat a sandwich or burger, I like bbq chips, and I will eat fruits and vegetables, not a big salad eater. I will even do a peanut butter sandwich and milk.
I do try to eat a lot of protein, I’m not big on fish, but I will eat tuna or an occasion fish stick sandwich. Some days I just know what I need, now that my body can rest and heal, it knows. Some days it’s apples, sometimes grapes or raisin or the fig newton frenzy. Then there will be eggs scrambled or boiled or western, with peppers and onion. Just the other day I fried okra, I just wanted it. And I’m so glad it comes in the freezer and it’s not so messy to cut. It’s a southern dish, not to everyone’s liking.
God has a plan for everybody. Diet and exercise are not all that keeps you healthy, not vitamins. I had to slow down, relax and take time to enjoy my meals, even if it is a late night sandwich alone with the television. I hat to eat when I was hungry, eat with people who were not stressing me out or judgmental. There are people like that you know. I was afraid to eat in public with some of them, I would eat very little and go home hungry. The same is true of dinner, and the old fat jokes are cliche’ and tiresome around the holidays.
Jesus loves you and is looking at your heart, are you in love with Him, I was. And He love me enough to let me keep on running, but one day I had to slow down and He was there inviting me to rest, want to love me and heal me, and I was ready, I had been ready. I had to break the fast. The fast paced familiar life that was dragging me down. I could not run fast enough.
Breakfast is a compound word, we eat a meal to break the overnight fast. So breakfast is a blessing. And you should enjoy it. Even it is small, it can be quiet with Him. Even a few minutes of getting up early, is worth it. I used to watch the birds early in the morning, now I am blessed to sleep late. But I want you know the rest of His love and grace, and the peace that passes understanding, if your are on the fast trace or race track, gulping coffee all day, and should you drink alcohol or use appetite suppressants, you could be making your stomach a problem.
I don’t want you to live on Mylanta and caffeine, I want you to rest in Him. So have a quiet breakfast, at least on the weekend. And break the fast that is holding you back, love is the answer to all prayers, His love, His timing, when your heart is ready, you will understand this should it sound like a parable, the blessing of breakfast. Rebecca Jones
- as a footnote to this I was asked to pray for a girl suffering stomach problems, in fact she had been at the hospital, I know Jesus bore all these maladies, I had the distinct impression that He was healing a number of stomach ailments. So let me pray for you today. Father, in Jesus name heal those stomach ailments according to Isaiah 53, and then let meal time become enjoyable again.
- I can still over eat some spicy things and pay for it, but without a stressful problem, that has been taken care of, I had a bowl of chili and fell asleep with no problems, that was Jesus.