I hope you got your hopes up this past week! EXPECTANCY is full of fizzy bubbles and the pop of the champagne bottle; it’s a way of living that says “Something marvelous could happen today!”
It’s the exact opposite of a Murphy’s law approach to life.
But we don’t go from one thrilling moment to the next in this life, do we?
There are a good amount of bends in the road; valleys to survive and mountains to climb. Which is why this week’s new WOW is right on the money. Here’s my wrap-up of the past week and the big reveal for the one just begun:
Sometimes we don’t know our own STRENGTH. But boy, are we intimately aware of our weaknesses!
As I whipped up what felt like a million loaves of raisin bread this past week, I was interrupted by a phone call. When I returned to the mixing bowl, I couldn’t remember if I had added the baking powder or not. Or the salt. The flour didn’t taste tainted, so I added in those ingredients, hoping I hadn’t doubled up and that the batch would turn out.
It was clear as I peered through the oven door that something was amiss. It was evident when, after cooling, I turned the loaf pan over and instead of the normal, smooth and somewhat bouncy exit, this bread wouldn’t budge. I chiseled around the edges. Still nothing. More chiseling, then pounding on its loaf back until finally it emerged.
In five warm, slightly soft pieces.
Certainly, this was no loaf appropriate to send to friends and family.
For a fleeting moment, I held the delusion that I could coexist with these nutmeg-y, dough-y bread parts and enjoy them over the course of the next week or so with Duane and my morning coffee.
Until I began shoving them in my mouth.
It started out innocently enough; breaking a teeny, pillow-y piece to see if tasted OK.
It really did.
The next time I looked at this broken, misfit loaf, it was half gone. (Cue film title: Gone in 60 Seconds.)
This would likely NEVER have happened if Duane was home. Binging is a solitary act and this was a rare occasion of being home alone with freshly baked bread.
It was a perfect storm of temptation.
When I came to and saw the half-eaten loaf, I said to myself, “Self, you’re not strong enough for this.”
And I threw the scrumptious remainder in the trash.
Knowing that wouldn’t suffice, I covered it in more trash (and not just paper) so that a forthcoming weak moment wouldn’t find me digging for one more bite.
Being honest about our weaknesses helps us to be strong.
When I marvel at my almost 1 month of not smoking or over two years of not drinking, it’s not about my strength so much as it is a daily devotion to truth.
The good news is that at any moment you can choose the truth. When you let it smack you between the eyes, the strength to change course is its companion.
It’s like the bonus bag at the Clinique counter – spend $25 and get this FREE gift of goodies (valued at $75). These are offers I can rarely resist.
Yes, I have discovered that strength is the bonus gift that accompanies honesty.
Don’t beat yourself up over the half-eaten bread. Celebrate that the other half is in the trash! And let your love affair with the truth strengthen you this week.