I went really well since writing this! (pat on the back for ME!) and I survived a month without McDonalds! Yeay! (28 days is the recommended amount to kick an addiction I am told)
EXACTLY (freakishly) one month after I stopped eating McDonalds, was the day that I started my road trip down south for a family funeral. A very difficult family funeral.
I travelled as the only adult in my car (my parents took their own car and I met up with them days later) with 3 kids in tow. I'm not trying to justify my actions - but if you have been on a road trip with 3 kids, driving along the Qld coast - you would know how hard it is to avoid drive throughs!! Especially when you are hungry and time is precious.
And so, the fast was broken....
I was driving to school to collect my eldest 2 children. I had just finished doing some study on God and money - and I posed the question once again to God about how much we spend and save. I stressed we are strapped for finances and I feel I am unable to be as generous as He makes me passionate about, due to funds being so tight.
In my hand, I held a $20 note. This was for a school friend whom I owed the money to as she had bought some bulk meat for me. (in an effort to save - and get more iron into me!!) I had the windows down (again, saving money with no aircon) and was praying as I drove about my feeling strapped for finances.
Suddenly, quite comically, the $20 slipped loose, did a dance, and flew out the window!! EEEKKKK!!
Of course, like a begger, I pulled over and proceeded to walk the middle of the highway garden to look for the $20.
Cars passing, wind blowing, hope diminishing - and still praying. Why God? What's the purpose in this? Why now? Why this interruption??
Then I saw it. The first bit of McDonalds rubbish. Then another. Then another... another. And it hits me.
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Doesn't look so appealing in B&W! |
Junk that doesn't last. Doesn't fulfil. Doesn't benefit.
I don't remember the food I ate last week, so why must it be so expensive?!?!
...and then I find the $20. Lesson learnt. I hear you God. Thank You for this daily bread.
Collecting my 2 older children, they ask why I am late and I share my story. They agree and now we are all encouraging and helping one another to stay Maccas free again....
With God's strength we can!
xK
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