Where God's Word Meets Our Mess
I know 22 engaged couples (i.e., 44 less single people whom I know). These family members, friends, acquaintances, and practically-strangers will be joining together in matrimony. Suddenly, it feels like the clock is ticking for me—very, very fast.
Perhaps I enjoy Hallmark movies so much because of my increasing age and loneliness. Or maybe I enjoy them because of my desperation for clean romantic movies in a sea of sex-saturated romance movies—or just desperation in general.
I know that you wonder if one day—someday—all of the eye pain, neck pain, and back pain will pay off. If the 45-minute commute, the horrendous traffic, and the interstate driving will pay off. If the long, lonely hours of staring at a screen trapped inside white prison walls will pay off.
But then reality set in, and my daydream came to a halt. Suddenly, the fantasy was over. Yet another perfect—and fictitious—scenario was done.
When I was struggling with anorexia—but particularly when I was struggling with recovery—I let myself succumb to the victim mentality. This mentality believes that I didn’t choose anorexia but it, unfortunately, chose me. This mentality involves the notion of a cruel God who leads His children into eating disorders and doesn’t help them fight against Satan’s crippling lies in order to recover. But frankly, this mentality is wrong.
Yes, friends, this is the final cover of my new book Real Recovery: What Eating Disorder Recovery Actually Looks Like! I'm so excited for y'all to read this book and share it with your family members, friends, and anyone else you know who may be struggling with an eating disorder. As I've said before, this book isn't just for young women who are struggling with eating disorders and/or eating disorder recovery. This book is also for anyone who knows young women who are struggling with eating disorders and/or eating disorder recovery.
You know that crushed feeling you get when the guy you like starts dating someone else? I wrote this poem on the same day I found out the guy I secretly liked was dating someone else. Honestly, it was a very depressing day for me. But the purpose of this poem isn't to throw a pity party; it's to express my emotions and provide an outlet for you to express yours, too. You don't have to stuff the sadness down into the depths of your soul. You can take that sadness to Someone.
Sure, I said a couple quick prayers of panic. But instead of placing my trust in the Lord—that He would do whatever was best for me in this situation—I worried. I directly disobeyed Jesus’ command not to worry from Matthew 6 and Luke 12. I knew that Jesus wanted me to be faithful with what He had given me—a difficult scenario with the option to either worry or trust Him. And I failed Him.
If you think you’re the only one who can’t find the Christmas spirit—at least, the Christmas spirit that's described in Hallmark movies and pop songs—know that you're not. This time of year is emotionally challenging for many, many people. Still, no matter how you feel this Christmas, the truth hasn't changed.
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