So I love God. A lot. Everyday I try to make an adventure out of how I can learn to love Him before, because what I can do now is never enough. Nothing I can ever do or say would compare to the pain of literally being torn away from Yourself (you know, Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani…this will probably come up again, closer to Easter) so I just try to live my life in a way that would be pleasing to my Savior. I’ll tell you up front that I don’t get everything about the Bible, about sin, and most definitely not about the Trinity. But over the past year, I’ve begun to learn that none of that really matters. Faith in Christ, in what He said, in what He’s done: that’s the only thing that’s important. I know for a fact that He loves me, that He died for me, and I believe He rose again, by a power within Him that He held before the creation of the world. I mean, come on, “Destroy this temple in three days and I’ll rebuild it” (again, Easter). All I know, is if I’m wrong about anything, I’d rather be wrong with the most amazing man that ever walked the earth and I’d rather be fisher of men than a servant to anything else. And that idea of being a servant leads me to my next point…
Food. I love that too. Probably a little too much. But it’s taken me almost 20 years to figure out that it’s okay to say that, and boy, am I ready to embrace it. A little background: growing up I have always been really overweight. Like, when we weighed each other in 3rd grade, my teacher lied about my weight to the class so no one would make fun of me. I hated eating in front of people, and shopping for clothes (let alone groceries) was an absolute nightmare. So, with encouragement from my mom (who is in amazing shape, and always tried to help me, I just wouldn’t listen) I lost about 25-30 pounds my junior year in high school. I started running, but basically stopped eating. So, to say the least, I lost the weight. But hello college? Hello “I’m too tired to go the gym…ooh, brownies!” So it all came back. And after about a year of dealing with that, I finally put my foot down and decided that I was going to lose weight the right way, cleansing my body as best as I could, and ensuring that a portion-controlled, organic way of eating became a way of life.
And that’ s where I am now. Down a little over 20 pounds in about two and half months, and dedicating my heart to the love of Christ as seen through the vegetarian/vegan diet of the Benedictine Rule (I’m not nuts, promise!!), I am embracing my addiction to recipe books, the Food Channel, and Cupcake Wars by learning to serve God’s beloved through food. So, as often as possible, I’m going to try posting recipes with a corresponding devotional, showing how God has spoken to me and praying that my life, and love of all things healthy and edible, may be a blessing to others.
So, after that crazy, obnoxious rant, I hope you enjoy my blog, “Let’s Break Bread Together.” May it be solid food to your spiritual life, and something yummy to your tummy.