For Those Who Love Us8
I was thinking last night about how awesome I was. Of course I only think of the good things that have come to pass and really just try to ignore the not-so-great things.
I decided, as I had just about every other day this past week, that because I was so awesome I needed to celebrate, and that the celebration of myself somehow needed to include chocolate and ice cream, preferably together. So to Dairy Queen I went.
I had confided in a friend and asked for prayer, though, a couple weeks ago about my eating habits. I was getting everything under control in my life except for that. I was/am justifying it because now that I’m working out, I’m burning more calories and obviously have to keep more fueled up. Which is right, but the most important part of that theory is that I need to be choosing the right foods.
This morning I was thinking of my friend. I was thinking that I hadn’t talked to her in a while and that I needed to call her this evening. So I wasn’t surprised when I got home from showing some houses that my phone rang and it was her.
We talked for a little bit, shared some good news and then she hit me with it. She proceeded to ask me how my food choices had been going. I confessed that they were still off track, but that I actually made some good decisions today. Not the best, but better than before. She said, Well I’ve got to tell you that when I’m praying I get this word and I know I’ve got to tell it to you.
So right now I know I’m in for it. My friends are nothing if not honest with me, and I love them for it.
She said I keep hearing, “Tell Julie Esau.” That’s it.
She could have punched me in the gut and gotten pretty much the same reaction from me. The conversation went further. I realized how awesome she was. I said thank you and hung up.
Esau might not mean anything to you. It doesn’t have to. It was a word for me. I’m thankful for a friend who’s not afraid to slap me back into shape every once in a while.
Because, seriously, how can I sit here and write about how Esau sold out and ruined his life and I continue to do the same thing? I’m glad we’re on this journey together, friends. I’m glad you’ve been willing to stick it out with me, whether I’m awesome or whether I’m awesomely stuck in a rut. I’m thankful that we can encourage each other and help each other through these same ole’ struggles.
So for those that love us, I say thank you…even if you do have to knock the wind out of me sometimes. Just don’t make a habit out of it…
What about you? Do you have someone like that that will keep you accountable? That’s willing to give you a swift kick in the rear if you need it?