Originally posted on September 18, 2013
Not because I had a problem with it. But because I dislike how it took me down, away from God. Indulging my body in that pleasure brings me down into my body more, where I am more aware of my senses. And one drink makes me want another drink. Though I can easily stop at one or two, it leaves me slightly befuddled and buzzed, and I feel heavy and drawn down, into the world more than usual. Then I get tired, then I end up resting in bed thinking of nothing but earthly (and fleshly) things.
This is the exact opposite direction than I want to go, which is higher unto God. I know God is jealous for me, and that must mean He wants every hour I have to give Him. I must devote time to my children. I must devote time to my work. But all that extra time I want to give to God and thinking of Him and praising Him, not taking myself down into my body, or the world, because~
“It is meet and right that we should at all time, and in all places, give thanks unto Thee LORD God, Holy Father, Almighty, Everlasting God.”
It really hasn’t been that hard. Yes, I miss my Monday night margarita with my Mexican food. But that is about it. I have a sip of red wine [symbolized as Jesus’ blood] every day as I celebrate the eucharist to God, and I am pleased about making myself more holy for my LORD. And I think He is pleased too. 🙂
Love,
~Mary
~Song of Mary~ 