God cares about "that" too

This is about food— but it’s also not.

I didn’t expect God to meet me at my plate— but He did.

I’ve lost 6 pounds since January (thank you, thank you, hold your applause). Now this is a huge deal for a few reasons:

1. I gained 50 pounds when I was pregnant (3 years ago) and have struggled all these years to lose the “baby weight.”

2. I grew up very slim (shout out to my daddy’s genes), and well into my late 20s, I had the ability to eat whatever I wanted, as much as I wanted, without much consequence physically. Because of this, I never developed any type of discipline regarding food.

3. Unbeknownst to me, I have been an emotional eater my entire adult life. Whether I was comforting myself because of a bad day or celebrating a good one, food was always involved— and because of #2, I never gave this dependence and focus on food a second thought.

4. After 3 years of trying (and failing) to lose the “baby weight,” which looked like working out but not making many changes in the kitchen, I started to believe the lie that I never would.

So as you can imagine— me, having never given much thought to what or how much I was eating and feeling more or less incapable of making a change— exercising any type of discipline in my diet was bound to be an uphill battle.

And was. And is.

doing the holy work of growing a human.

In these last 4 months, I’ve learned what an actual portion looks like and how a simple meal can really be enough. But the biggest surprise? Realizing that what I eat matters to God. He cares about what is on my plate, He cares about my relationship with what is on my plate and not just when I’m fasting— but like, all the time.

Which got me thinking: why is it so easy to let God in some areas, but not others? We’ll welcome God into our big dreams and prayer life— but not our lunch choices. We invite Him into our marriage and motherhood, but not into our podcast or TV show choices.

I’ll cry out to Him about my purpose and spiritual growth, but not about my snack selections, the never-ending cravings, or why I always seem to need a sweet treat after each meal. But He wants all of it. As Hudson Taylor put it, “Christ is either Lord of all, or is not Lord at all”.

Every bite. Every hour. Every decision. Every detail. He wants all of it not to be controlling but because He cares deeply about it all, out of His overflow of deep love and care for us. What we may see as “inconsequential”, He sees as a window into our hearts— and He’s too loving to leave it unaddressed.

He wants us whole, not just holy on Sundays.