Yesterday was the Day of Prayer for the Unborn. My Pastor was very specific about the need to give up something or do something more in reparation for the sins against life in this country. It was my choice as to what I did, but I had to do something.
I made peanut butter cookies. I love peanut butter. The scent of it fills me with joy. I believe happiness tastes like that first scoop of peanut butter from a newly opened jar. None of the rest of it will taste quite as perfect as that.
While that may seem counter intuitive, I should add that I am allergic to peanut butter and can no longer partake of it. I make peanut butter desserts with great joy. Then I remember I cannot taste them without repercussions. Peanut butter in itself has become an active fast.
"Jesus, I love you. I freely offer You this earthly pleasure. Please let this offering assist me on my journey to You, that I may receive the heavenly pleasures You have set aside for me."
Therefore, since you have been raised with Christ, seek the things that are above, where Christ is, sitting at God's right hand. Fix your thoughts on things that are above, not on things that are on the earth, for you have died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God. When Christ, Who is your life, appears, then you also will appear with Him in glory. Col 3: 1-4