12/26/2025
I need to confess something today: I love potatoes. Like, A LOT. Mashed, baked, skinny fries, steak fries… I’m not picky. If there’s a potato at the table, I’m already happier. Some people have a sweet tooth. Mine is… whatever the potato version of that is.
And honestly, it’s funny how something so simple reminds me of balance and self-control. We all have those comfort foods or cozy habits that make us feel safe or soothed. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying them. God created us with senses, pleasure, taste, delight.
The trouble comes when those comforts start filling places that were meant to be handled with wisdom, prayer, or care. I can love potatoes without letting them become my coping mechanism. I can enjoy what’s good while still practicing the gentle discipline of not letting anything rule over me.
Self-control isn’t about restriction—it’s about freedom. Even if that freedom sometimes looks like choosing one scoop of mashed potatoes instead of three.