04/23/2026
At the end of day 2 of what was supposed to be a 72-hour fast, I ended up eating leftover charcuterie from the big one I made for my work party.
I made a cute little tray and wanted a little bit of all the things… which turned into a lot for one person. I knew while I was making it there was no way I’d eat it all—but I wanted it all on the tray to look at. To enjoy visually.
I almost posted it like, “This would feed 2–3 people in Europe, but thank God I live in America so I can have it all to myself.” 😅
And then it hit me…
That’s actually the problem.
We are such a gluttonous nation. It’s sad. And honestly… I was a little disgusted with myself.
One of the things I’ve been fasting about is asking God to break me of my need to shop and buy things. After my husband died, I dove into retail therapy and stayed there for almost 10 years.
I live alone in a 2300 sq ft house… full of stuff. Every room. So many clothes, shoes, bags… everything. More than I could even use in a year.
And every year?
Bag after bag after bag goes to Goodwill.
Because I keep buying more.
We live in a buy-and-discard society.
Have. Have. Have more.
It’s disgusting.
And God calls it what it is—gluttony.
We need to break this off and turn from our wicked ways.
It’s diabolical. Demonic.
Break up with it in the name of Jesus.
I am. I do. I claim freedom from gluttony in my life, in the name of Jesus, covered by the blood of the Lamb.
Thank you, Jesus. Thank you for my freedom.
That charcuterie board was the perfect example.
Wanting a little of everything… and ending up with more than I needed.
It was never about food.
It was about excess.
(Now… what the heck am I gonna do with all this sh*t in my house? Garage sale? 😅)