It's been ten years since I was jolted awake to hear my younger sister's frantic voice on my answering machine. "Cindy, Cindy, wake up! Cindy, please answer the phone!" I don't know how many times she called before I finally woke up. Stumbling into the kitchen at 1:30 a.m., she'd hung up before I could reach the phone. My husband, now fully awakened, joined me. Anticipating bad news, he returned the call. As he dialed the number and spoke to my sister, I watched the color run out ... continue reading...
Resurrection’s Freedom
This may be my favorite kindergartner's response to the writing prompt, "Dear Jesus, Thank you for dying for my sin of..." I'm pretty sure this student was thinking about classroom behavior and the need for self-control, but it got me thinking about my behavior and my need as well. Self-control lays the foundation for healthy choices, and not just the eating and drinking kind. What we watch, what we think and say, what we fear, and even what we regret can all spin out of control if we have ... continue reading...
I came out of the closet
It's been 90 days since I came out of the closet. .photo credit: Canva The Glutton Closet that is. The sugar sirens have finally stopped luring me into a stupor. For the first time in my life, I can honestly say I have hope to conquer my cravings. For three months now, God has given me the strength to overcome my natural desire to consume sugar on a daily basis. This supernatural strength has been nothing short of a miracle for me. The miracle came when I stepped out of the ... continue reading...
Lust for Food
It's hard to admit. I am a glutton. I have a lust for food. I abuse food. Not in the traditional, well-known, textbook kind of ways you may be familiar with. I do not hate my body or fear gaining weight; anorexia and bulimia are not things I struggle with. I think I love my body too much; giving in to it's every craving. I do not binge and purge. I binge and then feel defeated. If you are thin, you may look at me and think, "Yes, you are overweight." If you are not, you ... continue reading...
The Gift of Hope
Breathlessly I waited as the door to our family room opened to what I hoped would be Christmas heaven. Old enough to remember the splendor of the prior Christmas, I was expecting more of the same. Someone would play Santa and pass out the presents as we piled them high around us. Part of the fun was watching each other open presents; eagerly anticipating what wonderful gift might be in each beautifully wrapped package. With one swift motion, the door opened. Instead of beautifully wrapped ... continue reading...
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