Day 23: Write 31 Days Stuff I Wish You’d Quit Saying: Do Not Taste
My husband Justin is naturally thin.
I know, so irritating.
Every morning he goes into town and gets… I hope you are sitting down, ONE PLAIN CAKE DONUT and a cup of coffee.
This is strange to me.
Who does this? Did I marry a sociopath?
This donut shop has piping hot glazed donuts. The first time I had one… I cried. And I asked him about it once. I said, “Honey, why? You could have a dozen of those hot, ooey, gooey, delicious wonders? Why the plain cake? Why just one?”
And he said, “It’s just breakfast.”
Just kill me and bury me with 4,000 piping hot glazed donuts.
However, it occurs to me, he is out from under the law of “Do not touch, do not taste, do not…” And apart from the Law, the sin of gluttony is dead. I was recently watching a YouTube video by Naked Gospel author Andrew Farley. In it, he talks about his lead foot. He had been pulled over on several occasions for breaking speed limit laws. He had tickets for 100 mph, 78 mph, and even one for 155 mph. He liked to go fast.
His father took Andrew to a treat; he was going to get to drive at the Indie race track. He could go as fast as he wanted to go. Behind the wheel of a powerful race car, he found that the other cars were whipping past him. Apart from the law, he aired on the side of caution. He was hardly moving compared to the other cars.
And there is conviction, one plain cake donut will hold my husband over until lunch, he won’t have heartburn, and he won’t feel like he has a potato lodged in his esophagus. And then there is freedom. He can have as many donuts as he wants. He could sit there and eat two dozen – he is apart from the law of do not taste.
For over a month now, I have been practicing freedom from the law of do not taste. The first couple of days I was like a kid in a candy store. Literally, I went to a candy store. But on the third day, there was a shift in my heart. I opted for a smoothie or craved a nutritious, bold, and fragrant salad. I got real ranch dressing on it, and I gave no thought to the calories, fat or carbs. And I am joyful to report, I am walking in the freedom from the law of do not taste. Granted, I am still not a size four, but I am free to listen to God, my body, and my heart.
A heart that has no interest in plain cake donuts.
May your floors be sticky and your calling ordained. Love, Jami
20If you have died with Christ to the spiritual forces of the world, why, as though you still belonged to the world, do you submit to its regulations: 21“Do not handle, do not taste, do not touch!”? —22These will all perish with use, because they are based on human commands and teachings.… Colossians 2:20-22
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