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Sowing to the Spirit

“Do not be deceived, God is not mocked; for whatever a man sows, that he will also reap. For he who sows to his flesh will of the flesh reap corruption, but he who sows to the Spirit will of the Spirit reap everlasting life.” Galatians 6:7-8



One of the most difficult aspects of this food journey for me is simply being conscious of my actions. I have the hardest time connecting what I am doing now with future consequences. I want to be able to eat my Pringles and not worry about the fact that it makes my insulin spike, makes my body produce extra testosterone, and pretty much goes directly to my belly fat deposit.


But life doesn't work that way. Every action causes something. Every food I eat is either helping or hindering me in some way. Pringles obviously don't help my body. They don't help me remove old habits. Veggies and proteins and good fats get along with my body much better. They are much more difficult and much less pleasurable to binge on, so they also help me counter old habits.


Sowing to the flesh, eating junk, feels so much nicer at first. But eventually, I feel the results of it. Whether that is my growing weight, my missing period, or just an upset stomach and crummy attitude.


Eating too many carbohydrates directly correlated with my having difficulty getting pregnant. I won't go into all details here, but being overweight and eating lots of sugar made it so that my body didn't work properly. I mentally knew that, but in the moment of eating the doughnuts I usually didn't connect the the two. I sowed to the flesh, and reaped only corruption in my body.


I don't know that I can say choosing to eat the right foods would be the equivalent of sowing to the Spirit. But in order to eat the right foods and eventually get pregnant, I had to deny my flesh. I had to think about something other than myself and what I wanted in the moment. It was an opportunity for spiritual and mental growth.


It is only by living to the glory of God, being obedient to His word, that we can truly be happy. Looking to the lusts of the flesh will never satisfy us. By sowing to the Spirit, we can reap everlasting life. That reward is far better than anything food can offer.
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