Half Victories

I'm singing the Lord's praises this morning!

Yesterday, I was able to resist the amazing smell of that ooey-gooey pizza served at the children's cast party.  I brought along my salad and crunched-crunched-crunched my way through lunch. 

I confess, I did nibble the half-crust that the baby left on her plate.

I'm tellin' ya', it was HARD.  I went through the pizza line a few times getting the little girls what they wanted.  Then I sat there watching the leftovers just sit and call my name. I couldn't believe how difficult it was to avoid eating that food.  I ended up moving to another side of the room so I couldn't see it as readily.  David left altogether to go get a coffee.  The chips and pizza were too strong of a force.  I'm proud of him for doing what he had to do.

And, this morning, I'm so thankful to the Lord.  Actually, I wish I had thought to pray for strength while in the battle.  I need to think harder that this is a battle for my soul as well as my stomach. I won on the stomach end. The scale was down another .7 today.

My soul? I missed the opportunity to commune with the Lord and see Him at work giving me strength and power to resist.  He DID do those things, I just missed seeing him do it because I was so focused on the battle.

Help me be attentive to you, Lord.  Help me see that the temptations are there for the very purpose of driving me to you.  Give me a heart that is sensitive to your work in my life even in the midst of a foolish thing like a pizza party.