He's been super depressed lately, and the added stress from his job isn't helping. He hasn't gone to church or read the Bible in a really long time, and to put it in his own words, he feels like he's "just scraping by".
I get to keep my tuna, so I'll survive. But our hearts are crying out to God about this, and it hurts to see him in such turmoil. And it's not just about the food, either. Please pray that my dad will seek out God during this time and that He would give him peace that passes understanding, as well as the strength to stick to this diet. I'm starting to realize just how much food relates to everything, physically and spiritually. We have to give some things up. It's hard because they are always around us, and we are tempted, especially since they don't seem to do any immediate harm.
But in the long run, most things that we choose to eat are poisons that slowly drain us of our energy and our strength, ultimately shortening our life...just the way that sin slowly devours our soul. But this is not just a diet that I'm participating in...(besides, in my mind, if you eat, you're on a diet.
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But it's my sacrifice to God...a physical reminder of my resistance to temptation, and my desire to serve him with my mind, body, soul, and spirit.
"I belong to the warrior in whom the old ways have joined the new" - Katsumoto
