She had many bad habits but perhaps the worst of all them was
her addiction to chocolate and chocolate cake. She found that
she craved it when she opened her eyes in the morning. She
longed for it right before the kids came home from school.
She reached for it as the long afternoon stretched into
cranky hour.
What depressed her the most about her chocolate habit was
that she anticipated with growing excitement and anticipation
the soothing comfort and injection of energy that would come
from that slice of layered cake. And she would stare at the
little, white plate, and it would stare back at her.
Soothe me. Comfort me, she heard a voice inside of her
plead. But with each bite she knew.
The cake was mocking her and laughing at her because the
comfort only lasted for a minute — and then it was
gone. After that, she found that she needed more and more of
it just for a wisp of comfort or a sliver of energy.
She began to hate the cake. She hated her need for the cake;
she dreaded the way it molded her days and left her empty and
frustrated. And then one day, she pushed the plate away. She
searched deep inside of herself and found that all the
comfort and energy had been inside of her all along, waiting
to be noticed and grasped.
And unlike the chocolate, her inner comfort climbed beyond
the moment because it was connected to the Source of all
comfort.
And so she began to reach for that Source when she woke up in
the morning. She yearned for that Source before the kids came
home from school. And in the long afternoon hours, she craved
that Source. It filled her. It answered her. And It made her
whole again.
