It is a verse I have pondered often. I mean, really? EVERYTHING is permissible? This morning, I read the card while thinking about the foods I eat and how badly I want to be healthier and a better steward of this earth and my body.
And then came the epiphany. Standing on ceramic tile, hand on the door of a stainless steel fridge, cooler of okra, squash, and strawberries open beside me, I suddenly got it. I get how that verse works in relation to food. I love milk. I love ice cream. I know in my head that cow's milk was made for baby cows, not baby humans. Am I sinning by having a glass of milk?
No. I don't think I am. Milk is permissible. But is it beneficial to me? In small quantities, it probably is just fine. But eating ice cream out of the carton with a big spoon? I'm guessing that isn't beneficial. Convenience foods popped into the microwave? I won't be going to hell for eating them, but are they benefiting my body and mind in any way?
God has been prepping me for a personal food revolution. It started years ago when I was questioning God about our world filled with disease and disorder. I landed on a theory about nutrition, chemicals in our food, hormonal birth control, over-cleanliness. I decided humanity was becoming too unnatural. We have disconnected from the earth and, in return, she is disconnecting from us. Then Corey developed a shell fish allergy that made me reexamine what food does inside our bodies. I happened upon websites and books that told me proper nutrition would "cure" my ADHD. I watched friends turn vegetarian and then added supplements to my day. The more vitamins I have added, the better I continue to feel.
This past year, I began cooking more. I discovered that the more I ate my own foods the less I craved fast food and pre-packaged processed junk food. I read The Year of the Flood by Margaret Atwood and began reading Genesis and examining the food eaten pre-flood. My husband took a social justice class and educated me on the plight of tomato pickers in Florida. I had never considered how my food choices could be a stance for justice or a method of enslaving people around the world. A friend lent me Made to Crave. Then, another friend posted about Monsanto and I was appalled. I watched Food Matters and What's On My Plate. I began reading labels and cringing.
All of this came before Haydn's blood test and the results telling me he needed to be off of gluten, cow's milk, eggs and a handful of other foods. God was nudging me toward this moment all along. He is that kind of God. He makes a way in the wilderness. He provides all of the bricks you need to build your house on His firm foundation.