I used to carry trail mix everywhere. And I’d buy those big smoothies from the grocery store. I’d snack on the trail mix all day. Smoothie kept me feeling full.
I thought I was doing fine. It wasn’t like I was eating bad.
But every time I’d go visit my mom during Thanksgiving, she’d look at me and say, “You need some nourishment.” And then she’d feed me. As moms do.
I’d come back home looking healthier. More solid.
Because I thought I was eating fine. But I wasn’t learning the discipline of actually cooking. Of feeding myself real food. Real nourishment.
I was just eating what worked. What was convenient. What fit my lifestyle.
And my body was starving for something I didn’t even know I was missing.
It’s false eating.
You’re consuming. But you’re not being nourished.
The problem isn’t that you’re hungry.
It’s where you go with the hunger.
You can’t feast on Jesus if you’re stuffed with everything else.
Restraint isn’t punishment. It’s clearing room at the table.
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