Moving Mountains 

I recently read a reflection where I heard God say He will help me move mountains, but I have to show up with the shovel. I love it that God is always present and speaking to us but we are often not aware. 

As I contemplate my health as I prepare for a milestone birthday in October, I’m thinking about what it is I truly desire. Do I want to live as I want, letting my warped motives drive me or do I live in the knowledge of what I need to take care of my health? Intellectually, I know what to do but I’m finding it harder than ever to put into practice. 

For much of my life, food has been a source of comfort, soothing charged emotions, a reward and a part of positive connections with my father and family. It’s not a wonder this is my “go to” when I need a boost. But left unchecked, as it has been for me as of late, it becomes unhealthy for my physical being and the burden of excess weight. It has again become a mountain I need to face and the current enemy of my soul. I need to be sober and watchful as this is the area in my life where the adversary prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking to devour (1 Pt. 5:8).  The enemy knows my weakest link oftentimes better than I do!

God, grant me the desire to do positive things for my physical well-being, the strength to do them, and the wisdom to know what to do. Give me the courage to pick up the shovel and ask for your help to move the mountain before me. 

Amen