Scraps of Grace

Yesterday, I went downstairs to get raspberries.

Because I’ve been “starting a diet” for about eight months now, and apparently last night was the official launch.

I really meant it this time.

I opened the fridge. The raspberries were right there.

And yet… I came back upstairs with chips and queso. And a Reese’s.

No fruit.

It wasn’t dramatic. There was no internal battle. I just grabbed what sounded better.

And I think that’s what got me.

The intention was there. The follow-through was not. Why do we do that?

Why do we say we want one thing… and then, when it’s time to choose, we reach for something else without even thinking?

It’s not that I don’t want to be healthier. I do. It’s not that I don’t care. I care.

But in the moment, the chips feel easier than discipline. The queso feels more comforting than long-term results. The Reese’s doesn’t ask me to think about future me. And I think that’s the real tension most of us live in.

We don’t usually blow up our lives in one dramatic decision. We just slowly pick what feels good now over what’s good later.

We want peace, but we replay the conversation.We want to grow, but we go back to what’s familiar.

It’s rarely rebellion. It’s usually just humanity.

The good news is- there’s always room to grow. The raspberries are still downstairs.

Maybe tomorrow.

Verse: Romans 7:15: I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. 

Song: Slow Fade- Casting Crowns