I failed yesterday. It had been a month since I had emotionally or stressfully eaten, and yesterday I blew it. I am not going to go into the details of why, let's just say that I am one of those people who loves to have a plan, and when a wrench gets thrown in, I lose it. (Is there a name for us?)
So, the wrench was thrown in to my planned out week yesterday evening, and soon after I had a meeting with a waffle cone ice cream. And this normally would not have been a problem, except, instead of praying or pulling out my Bible because I was frustrated, I went to food. It wasn't long after this mistake that I realized what I did wrong, and talked to God about it. And the great thing was, he forgave me. Yep, I felt a peace about the situation right then and there. (not to mention later on today I found out that my plans were most likely back on!)
Isn't it great that when we fall God picks us back up, dusts us off, and lets us try again? I found grace, and mercy in my time of need yesterday.
So yes, I failed yesterday. But I didn't dwell on it. I asked forgiveness for my weakness, and asked God for strength to overcome the next frustration that arises. I got back up.Hebrews 4:16 says, "Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need."