I felt guilty that I wasn’t hungry. My husband and I had taken separate cars to church as we had commitments at different times. He left for home before me and began preparing a lovely lunch. He knew I was famished, because half-way through the sermon my stomach growled and I was outed!
I left the parking lot soon after John, but didn’t go right home as I had an errand to do first. I stopped to purchase more of the olive oil and balsamic vinegar that we like to get from this amazing Italian market that sells specialty Italian food items. When I walked in, they were just taking a fresh tomato and basil flatbread out of the pizza oven and I caved. Even though I knew that John was at home working on lunch for us, I couldn’t wait. I had allowed my hunger to go too long unattended; so when temptation came across my path, my resistance ran out the door like a burglar!
And that’s why I felt guilty that I wasn’t hungry when I finally got home. Did I come clean about my “appetizer”? Nope! I ate every bite of what John prepared. But it didn’t taste as good as it would have if I was still hungry. And my stomach actually felt uncomfortable eating that much food after the two pieces of pizza I previously ate!