Abstain from or rid the body of toxic or unhealthy substances.[i]
I am not one to jump on the fad bandwagon. I was the last girl in my sorority to own a pair of Birkenstocks (and the last to give them up – what happened to birks?). Uggs had been gracing the feet of celebrities and the pages of magazines a full decade before I surrendered (love ‘em). I still maintain yoga pants are strictly for yoga, and I don’t own a pair of ankle boots.
I am not one to lead the pack when it comes to trendiness.
Except with the detox cleanse.
As soon as my girlfriends started talking about it I was in.
It sounded so good, so simple. Three days of no food, no caffeine, and no soda. Any time you feel hungry or thirsty, you drink a strange concoction of water, lemon, ginger, and something greenish, and when you’re done you have completely rid yourself of impurities and toxins.
They also said it gave you younger looking skin.
Say no more.
I picked up the supplies from the grocery store, staring uncertainly at the small pile of ingredients that was supposed to sustain me for the next three days. A period of time, by the way, that sounded much shorter when my girlfriend was enthusiastically boasting of the detoxification benefits.
So I did it.
Until ten o’clock that morning.
By ten a.m. the hunger pains were nearly as sharp as the withdrawal headache hammering away at my skull as my body angrily protested the caffeine depravation.
Detoxing is for the birds, I thought to myself as I grabbed a cup of coffee and a bagel.
I thought about the detox cleanse one morning as I was journaling.
We can detox our bodies so easily, I scribbled. How do we detox our minds?
The jury is out on how much good a detox does for the body. God created our bodies in such a manner that, when stewarded properly, they are literal detox machines. Our minds are far more complicated.
Let us not become boastful, challenging one another, envying one another.
—Galatians 5:26 NASB
It started with a Facebook post.
She had a victory; a big, fat, juicy, hard-earned win.
She was a casual acquaintance, and I paused before I posted a congratulatory comment.
I paused because I was ashamed. You see, my first thought – the very first emotion that bubbled up inside of me, was not delight.
It was disappointment. It was of instant comparison, finding myself to be less, and discouragement.
Nearly a lifetime of knowing and loving the Lord, over fifteen years of intense Bible study, and my first thought was one of envy.
I hate that part of me.
I hate telling you about that part of me even more. (more…)