It’s not that cake is evil, but its lure shouldn’t control me. I admit, it’s the thing I like to run to when I’m sad, or my feelings are hurt or some other stressor reels me in. It’s a pattern I want to break but it’s hard. It’s been there for some time. Yes, it’s an idol.
It helps to admit these things. It helps to know other women struggle with things too and want to reach higher. I know I’m not alone. I want to be stronger, healthier and a focused Christian woman willing to throw away an idol that trips me up.
Last week I met with a small group of girlfriends. I thought I had the upper hand since I like white cake, unlike these chocolate gluttens gushing over a chocolate cake we all shared! Out of nowhere, I told my embarrassing story of how, years ago, my girls got together and fixed me a wonderful birthday dinner. For dessert, they went to the bakery and purchased a Boston cream pie. My response was so darn ugly and I said something like “After all these years, I’m surprised you two haven’t noticed that my favorite dessert is a simple white cake, not rich cream. I guess you bought what you like.” I hate remembering the look on their faces…because of the wrong dessert choice? One of the gals in the group smiled and mentioned how she loved this because perfect motherhood is a myth and we each have our horror stories. I felt bad though when one gal retorted, “I only wish my response to cake was the culprit to my relationship with my son.”