I’ve decided it’s easier for me to give God most everything else but my addiction to Diet Coke.
I don’t remember what brought about the thought, but it was a pretty big a-ha. If God moved in my heart to move, it’d be hard but I’d move. If He moved my heart to enter the marketplace and leave full-time Christian work, it’d be hard but I’d do it.
So why is the daily addiction of soda so hard? Hmmm…maybe it’s rooted in the very dailyness of the choice? The Christian life is a life dependent on Jesus–not just with big decisions like jobs and living locations, but the daily decisions…like eating and drinking.
(On a funny note, one of the office staff commented today–as I was leaving my dental appointment–how white my teeth were. I laughed and told her that was funny given my self-consciousness about my cola-induced smile.)