Sometimes, when my life feels out of kilter, I desperately try to grasp for control of something and I tend to revert back to old habits of controlling food. It's always been empowering to have it right in front of me, want it, yet possess the will to say no.
Daddy has known this about me since day one but I don't think He could fully appreciate the level of control I felt in saying "no thank you" when I was offered food.
From time to time, He will order for me, which I don't seem to mind at all. It's refreshing to not have to make that decision. But let Him tell me that I am going to eat something, whether I want to or not, and watch me start to panic.
Now, asking me if I would like something is all together different. He has always had a very sweet habit of asking me if I would like to try something of His. Sometimes I do want a bite and will take it. On the other hand, sometimes I do want a bite and won't take it. I know...He reminds me how complicated I am all the time.
So the moral of the story is...no longer will He be offering. He acknowledged that it gave me too much control and I really have to agree. So now if I want a bite, I have to ask for it.
Then, He is the one that has the power to decide whether I get it or not.
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