The weak and the weakest of all saints....

This is the line in the Word of Wisdom that I think best describes me.

Weak.

The weakest.

The weakest of all saints.

I have food issues. I've had them all my life. We could travel back into my psyche and talk about dinners around the table fighting for seconds, thirds, or.... well you understand. I could tell you about my father and his gross, overarching lack of self-control. His meannes stands legendary in my mind. He liked to make up for it with bulging bags of fast food. Mom would slyly hide the best of the "treats" to help when she needed to appease him. It was always a tragedy of major proportions when we kids found them first. My mind equates food with many things: comfort, support, pleasure, friendliness. It doesn't usually think of nutrition, sustenance, growth (well, I take that one back). I'm weak when it comes to food. I'm weak like a dog. My canine never says no. He's always on the prowl. In fact, it's ridiculously annoying if you have food issues and a dog. He knows on which side his bread is buttered, pun intended.

So I appreciate that the Lord directed the Word of Wisdom to saints like me. I just have to "remember...and do." Hence the bowl of apples I cut up for myself. I added a bit of yogurt for flavor. My weakness manifests itself in my reticence to even cut it up, but I did. I appreciate that the Lord had me in mind when he revealed the Word of Wisdom to Joseph Smith. We talk about how forward thinking the Word of Wisdom is. Joseph didn't even know of the addictions to alcohol, drugs, cigarettes, caffeine, and more that would pervade our world. He also didn't know of our world of plenty, with obese people everywhere and fad diets abounding. So it means so much more to me that the Lord shared a Word of Wisdom for a future like me, a girl with some food issues, who is just a bit on the weak side.