My car has these handy little sensor lights on both of my (interior) doors next to the dashboard that alert me whenever there is a car next to me driving in my blind spot. These sensors have saved me on more than one occasion. I’m easily annoyed by drivers who insist on driving five miles under the speed limit. It’s for this reason, I’ve been known to execute a perfect whip-around (sometimes rather offensive and/or questionable) lane change in an attempt to avoid the snail’s pace that drives me bonkers. Performing this particular maneuver is responsible for me losing my Christian witness on more than one occasion. Hence, the need for the sensory alert lights. These sensor alert lights are more than a luxury – but a necessity for someone like me who is so easily annoyed by lollygagging drivers.
While running errands a few days ago, I started thinking about how great it would be if my brain actually had a similar warning system. You know – for those times when I’m about to put my foot in my mouth and say something I know I probably shouldn’t. A warning light could stop me before I open my mouth and save me from looking the fool.
Who wouldn’t like a few warning lights every time they were about to eat something they know they aren’t supposed to be eating? Or drink something? Or buy something they can’t afford? Or post something in response to some horrible social media troll?
The possibilities are limitless! Every area of life could benefit from some sort of internal warning system.
The thing is – I’m pretty certain I’ve already got an internal early warning system in place. For me, it’s identified by “that gut feeling” or “the voice of reason.” Some might call it intuition, common sense or the prompting of the Holy Spirit. Whatever you want to call it – I know that it’s there inside of me, but I frequently choose to ignore the warnings.
How many times have you – or someone you know, said something like:
I know I shouldn’t eat this – BUT …
I know I shouldn’t buy this – BUT …
I know I shouldn’t drink this – BUT …
I know I probably shouldn’t say this – BUT …
I know I shouldn’t repeat this – BUT …
I know I shouldn’t wear this – BUT …
I know I shouldn’t … BUT, BUT, BUT …
If YOU’VE ever uttered these words: I know I shouldn’t – BUT … you too have an internal warning system! FILL IN THE BLANK WITH YOUR OWN VERSION OF “I KNOW I SHOULDN’T BUT …”
I don’t even have to be talked into these “I KNOW I SHOULDN’T – BUT …” situations. Most of the time, I’m willing to throw caution to the wind and the consequences be damned. Consequences can always be dealt with later. Obviously, this type of logic has put me in a pickle on more than one occasion. Every fall off the Weight Watcher Wagon began with an “I know I shouldn’t eat this – but …” temptation that was ignored. The warning systems are in place, yet somehow that innocent, seductive coaxing of my arch nemesis – Satan, himself, frequently trumps all sound reasoning, logic and common sense. How does he always make the forbidden sound so appealing – almost logical, as if I deserve whatever the forbidden fruit is?
I know I’ve likely blogged on this subject before – perhaps even, many times over. Clearly, it’s a lesson that I need to be reminded of time and again. I’m still extremely gullible when it comes to these BIG BUT excuses.
Last week was a particularly difficult week because I felt out of sorts for much of the week. Call it an Indian summer funk. Waiting on winter funk. Perhaps the earth suffered a slight shift on its axis, causing a hormonal imbalance. Maybe it was just an overall, general not feeling like myself all week funk … who knows? What I DO know is, all of this uncharacteristic funk moved me to want to eat more than I normally do. I had this insatiable hunger for all of the wrong things last week. Some days I controlled it better than other days. And then some days – I did not control it at all, BUT rather it controlled me. My craving for carbs of the cracker, cookie and chip persuasion brought me to my knees. Literally. I found myself in a prayerful crouch on my knees several times this week, begging for a little divine intervention.
I suppose on the bright side (if there is one), is that my refusal to heed my internal warning system could have completely derailed my weight maintenance. Sure, I ate some stuff that I shouldn’t have this week – but it’s not so bad that I cannot rebound from my slight fall. I did find myself in familiar territory though with regards to a little resurrected self-loathing. While I know it’s not healthy to wallow in self-pity and self-hatred, I appreciate that God reminds me that I cannot ever afford to think I’ve conquered this weight loss/maintenance battle once and for all. I. Have. Not. I still need the Lord’s guidance and mercy on a daily basis.
Most Emergency Alert Systems (EAS) such as weather warnings, offer steps to follow in the event of a real threat or emergency. Seek shelter. Stay away from windows. Make sure you turn the gas off. Have an emergency kit with flashlights, water, medications, etc. etc. etc.
My internal warning alert system has very specific steps as well. Step away from the pantry! Put the fork (or spoon down)! Remove yourself from the temptation! Submit yourself to God, resist the devil and he will flee! Brush your teeth as soon as possible to eliminate the taste of sin and debauchery in your mouth! Repent and confess my slip-up to God immediately!!! Reach for my Bible. Turn on Christian music. If all else fails – take a walk around the block or get in the car and physically drive away in order to remove myself from whatever it is that is tempting me!
ALL of these are great suggestions, but none of them will work if I choose to ignore the warnings. I’ve got to do my part, so God can do his part. He already knows when I’m falling apart and giving in to temptation. God actually already knows what I’m going to struggle with tomorrow, next week, next month, next year and 10 years from now.
God could supernaturally step in and steer me away from trouble without my asking – but God gives us all free will for a reason. God wants us to come to him on our own and ask for his help. Being the loving Father that he is, he is more than willing to let us make our own mistakes. If we don’t fail from time to time, it’s unlikely that we’ll realize that we NEED God to manage our lives. We need God – no, scratch that. I NEED GOD for everything, because clearly, I’m too stupid for my own good sometimes. This past week is proof of that! I like BIG BUTS, but I cannot lie. I need God to keep me from making those dangerous lane changes in my car. I need God’s mercy in my diet. I need God’s strength to help me when I am too weak or too lazy to exercise. I need God in my relationships. I need God for everything. I cannot do life without him.
I’m praying I will heed the warnings this week coming up. I’m trusting God to give me a boost back up on the wagon. I am believing His strength will guide me through every single challenge or temptation I might face this week. Above all – I pray God will help me to stay in my Weight Watcher lane this week and resist ALL BIG BUT temptations! In His Name, I ask for all these things! AMEN!
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