I struggled today with wanting food and drinks for comfort. This morning I wanted a steamy, soothing cup of coffee. I drank cold water instead. This afternoon I wanted the juicy rotisserie chicken at the farmer's market. I ate a peanut butter sandwich instead. For dinner I wanted to stop at my local Chinese food dive to get some hot and sour soup. I made Top Ramen with one carrot instead.
It's been cold and rainy for weeks, and all day I've had a scratchy throat and I'm tired and trying to fight off a cold. A girl needs comfort in times like these, right? I would usually find comfort in a pint of Ben and Jerry's Phish Food ice cream. But this morning I saw the comfort issue coming, and I asked the Creator for a little lovin'. I wouldn't say I feel better (and Chinese soup still sounds good) but I definitely feel like I tried something besides my usual automated responses (coffee, icecream, etc) to my need for comfort.
"May your unfailing love be my comfort" said the Psalmist. I'm a long way from dwelling on God's unfailing love instead of reaching for the B & J's, but it's something to aim for.