That Dern Old Scale

I have a confession.

In my past, I was a scale addict. Yes, I'd step on that contraption the first thing in the morning and if I didn't like what it said, I'd weigh in after I went to the bathroom. If I was "good" during the day, I'd weigh at night and subtract two pounds to figure out the number I'd expect to see in the morning.

Those numbers--my weight could initiate my mood for the day. Now THAT is keeping my eyes here on earth. The reason I mention this is to tell you that God took that habit from me. The scale is a measuring device. What I do throughout the week doesn't depend on what the scale says. It depends on God's will for my life.

At this point, I'm still planning to weigh on Fri. and Mondays. (Who knows, that could change.) My weight fluctuated a half pound this morning--in the wrong direction.

Here's my praise. It doesn't really matter, because I've been making right choices. My goal isn't to please the scale, or for the scale to please me. As I stay in God's Word, it transforms my mind. Such peace comes with focusing on things of eternal importance!