I really do try to keep these sweet and soft and oh so tempting treats out of our house. Really, I do.
I mean, we don’t even have a cookie jar.
But every now and then, those buttery, chewy goodies find their way into our house.
Last week, we piled up two dozen for a little get together.
But it was only girls who came together and they obviously (unlike me) have serious skills in resisting temptation, and so they left and still there they sat…at least a dozen cookies right there on the counter, staring me in the face every time I turned around in the kitchen (and I turn around in the kitchen quite a lot).
I’d eaten one the night of the gathering and I knew that the taste was just right-soft and chewy and sweet.
And so, what’s a girl to do?
I felt I couldn’t help myself from helping myself to a treat-at breakfast, at lunch, after lunch and every hour in between. Those cookies were calling my name.
So, around 12:30 I did what any sane woman who’s dying to have a cookie would do.
I opened my mouth and…
stuffed the biggest cucumber I could find in there as quickly as I could,
then I sliced up a carrot and ate it up,
and then I drank a huge glass of water.
And finally the cookies’ siren song was silenced.
I say there are no cookie jars in my house, but really, they’re everywhere.
She’s stubborn and he pouts and she throws a tantrum and I find my hand shoved down deep in that jar of anger and impatience.
I feel pain or think about days ahead or wonder when this will happen and I want to run to the cookie jar of worry and just have a little bite.
I read about poverty and brothers and sisters in prison and children without food and then my day feels too busy and I quietly slide my fingers into the cookie jar of apathy and indifference.
I promise to spend less and get only what we need but I see that clearance rack or the special sale and I reach for the cookie of greed and indulgence.
Seeing what she’s doing and what he’s doing and what’s happened to them, I’m all day eating from one cookie jar after another, the first is pride and the other is jealousy.
What is a girl to do with these cookie jars all over the place?
It seems the only thing to do is starve myself. To not give in, not reach in, not cave to the temptation.
I can throw away chocolate chip cookies, but I can’t so easily empty this house of the jars of impatience and pride.
The only real way to keep my hand from the cookie jar is to dive it into the one that holds pickles, or peaches or tomatoes. The only way to stop eating these things that kill is to eat and eat the foods that heal.
Instead of indulging in worry, repeating to myself the promises of God’s care.
Instead of letting the anger build, reading and reminding myself of God’s patience with me, how He is slow to anger.
Instead of consuming one prideful calorie after another, swallowing instead the words of humility-telling myself how great God is and how dependent I am on Him for every, little breath.
Instead of singing a sad song of self-pity or jealousy, raising my voice to praise Christ who never once had self-pity though the world was literally against Him.
We don’t overcome evil by throwing it away or pretending it’s not there or cutting it up into smaller pieces and just having a bite every now and again.
So, this is the way to keep my hands out of the cookie jars all day…to get full from God’s fullness, to spend all day eating with Him, repeating His Words, singing His praise, talking about Him, thinking about Him, praying with Him.
An empty stomach growls to be filled and each empty minute calls just the same.
The answer to all this longing is not to starve but to sing.
The cookie jar’s sirens really aren’t silenced after all. The notes of temptation just can’t reach your ears when a louder song plays.
So, when the cookie jars calls your name today, call on the sweetest name you know.
Fill up first and all day long with Him and eat a cucumber instead.
Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good. Romans 12:21
If you’ve ever struggled with food addiction, I can relate. Can I humbly suggest and recommend this study-The Lord’s Table. It’s Biblical, well written and full of accountability. God used this study to change me and lead me to feast at His table. I highly recommend it.