The other night, I ate a biscuit. A hot, doughy, melt-in-your-mouth biscuit. It was the first time in the 2 years I have been gluten free, that I caved and HAD to eat some delicious gluteny food. Granted, I have never been truly gluten free, because it just isn’t possible when your daughter loves baking and her eyes shine when you agree to take a little bite of her newest recipe. (Let me tell you, the girl can bake!)
Anyway, back to the biscuits. They smelled just like the ones my granddad would make-that he taught me how to make, and I have taught my kids how to make. It is amazing how much smell can trigger emotions. And saliva. Or the gag reflex. In this case, though, it triggered desire, and I was simply overcome. Memories merged with the doughy aroma, and before I knew it, the roof of my mouth was burned and I was thinking that Country Crock could have prevented that. Sigh.
It was a conscious decision-and one I immediately felt guilty for choosing. Yet, I found myself contemplating eating another one. After all, I had eaten the first one too fast, and it hadn’t been quite as delicious as I remembered them being. A second one might be better. Plus, the damage was already done-I was going to be sick, so what would one more biscuit hurt. And then, just like that, I thought, “That is what sin is like.”
We know it is wrong, we should not do it, say it, think it. Yet, somehow we allow ourselves to be overcome by a temptation, even though God has promised He is here to help us overcome the temptation. Then, once overcome, we reason it away, and find it not so hard to acquiesce to a second time.
It really does not matter what sin we are talking about either. When my pastor was visiting last year, he mentioned something about the sin of self-pity. I had never before given much thought to self-pity being a sin, much less it being one of mine, but God hit me right in my heart with my pastor’s statement. Truly, going to the mission field brings out all the ugly in your heart! Even ugly you had no clue was in there! Too me, “self-pity” and “victim mentality” were synonyms, until I started looking into self-pity, and realized I sure had been feeling sorry for myself lately. Not only had I been feeling sorry for myself, but I had been acting on those emotions as well! I deserved to watch a tv show, eat some ice cream, and spend time scrolling through Pinterest. After all, I missed my family and friends, Thai is hard, homeschooling is consuming, and the list could go on! Completely ridiculous on my part, but thankfully, God does not leave us where we are, and He used my pastor to get my attention.
What if I had taken a different approach when I first started feeling sorry for myself? What if I had turned to Jesus, my truest friend? What if I had chosen for God to be my portion, and His joy my strength? I cringe to think of the time I wasted feeling sorry for myself, instead of growing closer to my Saviour.
Lesson learned a year ago (and when I ate the biscuit)–temptations will happen, but I do not have to be overcome. Abundant life is mine to have because of the death and burial of Christ.
James 1: 3-5 “My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations;
Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience.
But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.
If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him.”
Hi! My name is Rachael and I am a child of God. I was saved from sin and all its bondage at the age of 21. I am married to an incredible man. He constantly challenges me to grow closer to my Saviour. We have three beautiful children that love the Lord. Currently, our family is preparing to go to Thailand as missionaries.