I ate fruit for breakfast today. Seriously. I can barely contain myself. Cantelope and blackberries; they have never tasted so good. Last week it was all I could do to keep my mind off fruit. I was an unwilling participant in a war of the world's type mind game concerning every kind of forbidden fruit you can imagine. My two weeks (which is the first two weeks on a 3 month fast) has literally crawled by. Like sand through the hour glass...go ahead and finish it for me...these are the days of our lives.
You've seen people on television that are so rich they roll in their money? Well, if you see me running around town looking like a tie-dyed t-shirt...you will know that I have been bathing basking in my new found freedom to consume fruit.
Despite the fact that this fast is a "forced" one, I have been learning a lot. Have you ever thought about what the food must have been like in the Garden of Eden? I bet it was good. I also imagine that our human brains cannot fathom truly how fulfilling and tasty it was. Even with our best gardening efforts, we are consuming food that is under "the curse."
In Genesis 1: 8-9 it says: "8 Now the LORD God had planted a garden in the east, in Eden; and there he put the man he had formed. 9 And the LORD God made all kinds of trees grow out of the ground—trees that were pleasing to the eye and good for food. In the middle of the garden was the tree of life and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.
Think about that for a second. God himself planted the very first garden! This was probably no measly orchard.
Then, the fall in Genesis 3:17-19...
"To Adam he said, "Because you listened to your wife and ate from the tree about which I commanded you, 'You must not eat of it,' "Cursed is the ground because of you; through painful toil you will eat of it all the days of your life. It will produce thorns and thistles for you, and you will eat the plants of the field. By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken; for dust you are and to dust you will return."
I find myself acting so Eve-like as of late. Look at all the healthy things I can eat, yet I complain. I want what I can't have. Why is it that we obsess over the things that we cannot have? When I was eating gluten-free, I was completely ticked off sometimes at what I "couldn't eat." Now, I just wish I could get my hands on some of the lovely things I was eating. In much of my self-reflection over the past few weeks, I have realized just how selfish I really am. Simply put: I am a spoiled American food brat. We have so much food and excess that eating plain things from the ground feels like deprivation. Yes, the proof is in the proverbial pudding. I am not grateful enough for the things God has given me. Gulp. Now, that is hard to swallow.
What kind of example have I been for them? In the attitude department? In the "what to put in your mouth" department? As parent's, we are in charge of our kids health. We control what they eat. Even at four years old, I feel overwhelming guilt for all the horrible "dead food" I have let them consume. Trust me, this is no easy habit to break. I cannot let my children go through what I have. My heart already breaks at the thought that Leyton won't get to have a normal "milk break" with chocolate milk and ice cream due to his sensitivity to dairy. I mean, it's milk break for crying out loud! The best part of a child's elementary school existence falls into that 30 minute snack! Food should be fun and enjoyable, but we have to be wise about what we allow our children to eat. Their health really depends on it. Cursed ground or not, we have a choice to make. Just as Eve made her choice, we must make ours. So, today, because it's already 1am in Texas and I am still up, my attitude is going to be better. I am going to practice gratefulness. I am also going to continue to at least "offer" my children healthy food. Offering doesn't mean they are going to eat it the first time.
Baby steps my friends. Baby steps.
Baby steps my friends. Baby steps.