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September 28, 2017

When Appetite Takes Over

Continued from Just A Little Taste

Just to recap – as we saw in Just A Little Taste – the desire for something grows the more we sample it.

An example of this is the smiles of the crowd as we successfully deliver the punch line of the subtle  off colour joke. We become emboldened to tell more not so subtle jokes until we just say – “what the heck” and proceed to go all out and tell all the crude jokes.  Why? When we first told that off colour joke, we got smiles, compliments and encouragement.  You see, the enemy knows our weak points.  If we starving for acceptance, if our identity is not in Christ, this is his little trap.  You seem to become popular all of a sudden, and it is like balm.  As we move further towards acceptance of our new found friends, the voice of the Holy Spirit becomes drowned out in the noise of the applause.

In my case – I’m a foodie.  I generally do not have a problem fasting but recently I had an experience that taught me, how easily we can be blindsided by the enemy.  I was on a 24 hour absolute fast for 14 days.  I was going merrily along, not having much difficulty, until the about the 8th day.  All  of a sudden, I was assailed with thoughts of food.  I just could not get food out of my mind.  I remember going to church that Sunday and asked a friend to pray for me to be strengthened.  He prayed and I felt better.  As soon as I reached home, I remembered the jackfruit in the fridge, as well as the pineapple.  Instead of going to my bed and focusing on the Word, I went to the fridge and proceeded to stare at the fruit.  (DUMB ! DUMB!) I decided to take a few pegs of jackfruit, and then having tasted, my taste buds, starved of food for the last 7 days suddenly remembered what a joy it was to feel the succulent fruit upon my tongue.  I reveled in the sweetness of the fruit as the juice traveled down my throat.  Before I knew it, I had finished the bag of fruit.  Not quite satisfied, I then proceeded to demolish the piece of pineapple that I had left for my husband.  Folks, I mean this was Jamaica’s finest – THE SUGAR LOAF pineapple!  O my Goodness.  I do not even think I closed the fridge door.  When that was finished, I opened the jar of mango chutney that my aunt gave to me and proceed to scoop out some on my fingers.  After I tasted it, I thought, “Hm – perhaps I should go for a spoon”

I heard the still small voice “Sylvia..”  That was all it took.  I went on my face before the Lord to repent. The pleasures of my sin lasted only for that moment.  I began to cry out for the Lord to sustain me for the rest of the fast, I tried to renew my focus on the fast and why I was fasting.

All went well for the next few days.  I was at a meeting late one night, and they served snacks.  I nibbled on banana chips.  When I got home my husband had left dinner for me.  I reasoned (there’s that rational voice again) “Well I broke the fast already, I may as well continue”  As I was about half way through the meal, the Holy Spirit said to me “that is why some people get deeper into sin.  Upon realising that they are sinning, they say ” I’m in it already, may as well continue”, but is that what I want for you Sylvia?”  I was smitten. I understood right there and then what it meant to have my heart smitten even as psalmist said in Psalm 102:4

My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.

My appetite which was on a rampage, had been reined in.

To be continued

See the conclusion of this series in the next article called TAMING THE BEAST

Sylvia M Dallas

Poet, Author, Photographer and Teacher of the Word and CEO and Director of Creator Services at The Publisher's Notebook Limited based in Jamaica. She is married to Rohan Dallas, is a proud grandmother, loves coffee (Jamaican, of course), loves great tasting and healthy food, love to cook and is an unabashed follower of Jesus Christ.  Her books AND THE PRISONERS HEARD THEM, THE RIGHT KIND OF INTIMACY and THE BED DEFILED are available on Amazon.

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