Sonshine
Well kept secret exposed
By Sherrie Keely

I've heard it said, confession is good for the soul. Well, shut the door, pull down the blinds and read carefully. I won't repeat this again: I'm afraid I might be a chocoholic.

It all started in kindergarden when we were given the choice of white or chocolate milk. Then, on my way to school, I was introduced to the local five and dime store with penny candy, chocolate malt balls, chocolate licorice, Snickers, Milkyways and so on.

In my teenage years I faced the cry of my mom once a month: "Eat some chocolate, you're acting like a pill." Sure enough, I felt better (it's a medical fact it works). I know she was glad when I entered college. There, banana splits with chocolate sauce and chocolate ice cream sundaes became the rage and at 89 pounds, what could it hurt?

Some years later marriage ensued. What else could you expect but a dark chocolate wedding cake to celebrate the long-anticipated day? With marriage came pregnancy and those chocolate mint girl scout cookies made me look like a girl scout. I was "always prepared" wherever I went with at least a box or two under my arm.

You know the saying "a pregnant woman's got to have what she wants when she wants it"? Well, years later the fun in my stay-at-home life was hiding chocolate from my four kids. Surely you realize it's not good for youngsters to have too much chocolate. So freezers, drawers, high closet shelves and my pants' pockets became sort of my favorite locations to hide it away.

Now that I wear a red hat I look for ways to justify the extra calories. I buy dark chocolate, mix in Splenda, and throw in nuts for extra nutrition. Us more mature women need all the antioxidant we can get. I've even taken up drinking no-sugar low-fat Swiss Miss hot chocolate with extra whip cream to reward myself on good days. I personally think we should all enjoy such pleasures.

Now days I just have to remember to satisfy my chocolate fix when I go to the store. Brown Post-It notes sometimes help when placed all over the house. That is, if my husband doesn't throw them away, thinking they're trash.

So after all of that, I have decided that hiding God's Word in my heart is a lot better than chocolate. It calms me in the midst of life's storms. I don't have to make up excuses for having it. I can hide it in the best place: my heart. I can even share it with diabetics, and I'll never run out. I'll never lose it and, best of all, it's not fattening.

John 8:32- You will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.

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